In the Ministry: These Boots Were Made For...
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Adult ++
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In the Ministry: These Boots Were Made For...
[HP SMUTLET] In the Ministry: These Boots Were Made For... {Rare Male Slash Pairing, NC-17, kink, leather and boots}
IF YOU WISH TO KNOW THE PAIRING BEFORE YOU DECIDE WHETHER OR NOT YOU WISH TO READ THIS FIC, PLEASE SCROLL TO THE VERY BOTTOM RIGHT NOW. Thanks, and sorry about this -- but the fic just decided to unfold like this although it should be very obvious who the pairing is almost straight away.
Word Count: 3,152
By: Xandria, Copyright © 2003 Xandria (http://www.akasa.bc.ca/fanfic)
Author\'s Notes: First draft, no beta. My mind is now flooded with ongoing smutlets involving this pairing and the evolution of their \'relationship\', but I don\'t know if I\'ll pursue them. If I do, they will start with the title: \"In the Ministry:\"
This smutlet occurs either just before OoTP or early on in Book 5.
This is for Saucy Wench -- in case I don\'t get that Lucius/Harry drabblet written.
This is also for Capital Flash.
Rae -- don\'t kill me. He\'s not yours.
Disclaimer: All obvious HP characters and concepts are property of their respective owners. No infringement is intended.
Rated: NC-17
Warnings: NONE -- aren\'t you surprised!? But don\'t let that stop you.
Summary: Late one night at the Ministry of Magic, a little kinky overture involving leather boots is enacted amidst a bit of mutual manipulation.
~ * ~
In the Ministry: These Boots Were Made For...
~ * ~
The cold Ministry floor was hard beneath his knees. Clinging to his legs were wool trousers, too thin to curtail the chilling effects from a floor he navigated so industriously each day. Soon he would purchase new trousers -- once he had saved up the money he required for the quality he desired. New to living on his own, away from his so called family, nearly consumed his every paycheque and left him little to subsist upon. In fact, he was still paying off his furniture, arranged with a very minimal interest rate thanks to a certain someone in his life. He had no desire for ugly mismatched second-hand furniture, hideously quilted blankets and dishes with the lacquered paint worn off. He had had enough of that pathetic existence while growing up, and that was a part of another life he desperately wished to distance himself from.
He yearned for new and respectable apartment decor, items that would not leave him ashamed when he invited others into his home. For the moment, however, he presently lacked friends he could invite into his domicile. Well, maybe he had a couple of friends, but he wasn\'t sure he could call Minister Fudge a friend even though they did discuss non work related topics at the Ministry. And then there was the man sitting right in front of him, calf tight leather boots with pointed toes casually resting on the floor, the right leg slightly further forward than the other; like a tempta and and tease wrapped sinuously in one. Perfect custom crafted knee high leather boots that begged to be caressed.
But he wasn\'t yet wy toy to touch those boots. No, first he needed to pay them appropriate homage. He pressed his lightly freckled fingers upon the icy floor, suppressing a shiver, and leaned forward. He closed his eyes and emitted a loud moan as his tongue met the softest and most supple leather he had ever had an opportunity to come into contact with. He feared he might spend himself right then and there, soiling his trousers. Pausing for a moment to collect himself, he inhaled the exotic leather and was convinced he could smell the signature jasmine scent of the man right through his boot. He inhaled again, enrapturing his senses, and only serving to teaimseimself mercilessly.
\"Merlin,\" he murmured and stretched himself down upon the floor, permitting its chill to penetrate his body, cool him down and perhaps diminish the raging erection now pressing painfully into him.
He shivered and set his tongue to the boot again. Maybe if he licked and laved, cleaned the boot well enough, the other man would give him more than what had originally been arranged. He begged within his mind, stroking his pink tongue along the upper surface of the boot, just beyond the toe. And when the foot angled a little further to the outside, exposing the inside, he dove forward like a starving man, caressing the leather over the ankle with long firm strokes. He moaned softly, pressing with his tongue as though he might be able to reach the elegant ankle beneath the leather.
He yearned to reach out and touch those boots with his ink stained fingers, but no, not yet, not unless given permission. The cane could hurt as well as pleasure; he had learned not that long ago. \"So beautiful,\" he whispered against the black oiled hide, just before he danced his tongue along the thin leather lacings up the inside of the boot. He wriggled his tongue between the thin leather strips, pushing insistently, ravenous to feel the soft stretch of leather that was so seldom exposed to the elements -- purer, and closer to the other man. His breaths came heavier when he felt the smoother leather beneath his tongue, claiming a sense of victory before moving on, licking continuously upwards.
Whimpering just a little, his tongue crested on the very top rim of the boot, into which nestled tight silk trouser legs. He knew by now not to lick the silk. The silk was off limits to his dirty hungry mouth. The silk was too intimate, too fine for him to handle yet. Therefore, he carefully flicked his tongue along thtsidtside edge, swiping his pointed pink tongue tip until he reached the opposite side of the boot... the side without lacings, the side revealing an elegant serpent slithering down the leather, depressed into the hide with perfect magic, for the other man endeavoured to only surround himself with the most capable of wizards and witches.
With a strong sense of pride, he parted his lips a little more and pressed the entire flat of his tongue, as far as the muscle could stretch out of his mouth, and laved down the boot with almost painful slowness, feeling every scale and curve of the serpent nearly writhe beneath his mouth. He rocked his hips, grinding against the floor and winced as he was certain he had bruised his cock from his passionate thrusts. He could endure the pain, and in fact he was surprised at how much pain he could tolerate. But then the other man had told him quite emphatically that this was how it would be -- that the human body could easily contend with insurmountable pain... particularly with a goal fixed in sight. And he was nothing if not ambitious with a very clear goal in mind.
\"Remove your trousers,\" the other man\'s voice drifted down from above, like silken tendrils encircling his spine.
One last lick of admiration along the edge of the leathered foot and he rolled onto his back, hands quickly flying to his waist.
\"No. Rise and remove your trousers. Slowly. And do not touch yourself.\"
A whimper caught in his throat and he acquiesced, a little unsteady on his feet, his mind swimming in lust and desire. With his gaze fixed to the floor, his fingers unbuttoned the well-worn fabric that he maintained as best as possible. He parted the front to form a V, a thatch red curls poking through the opening, slowly revealing himself to the man in front of him. He thought he heard a slight noise, like an appreciative click of tongue against teeth, coming from the other man. He suppressed a smile of satisfaction and continued working the waist of his trousers slowly down his bony hips, sucking his lower lip between his teeth as his hard cock was freed from within the confines of the fabric.
When the trousers had fallen to his knees and he was about to bend over so he could unlace and remove his shoes, the other man instructed, \"Turn around first.\"
Straightening his thin body, made so by starving himself to afford his new living arrangements, he turned around and slowly bent over, offering what he hoped was a pleasing view of his puckered entrance. Maybe he\'d feel the cane after all; even the cane\'s tip that spent much of the day on the ground next to those worshipful boots. He painstakingly plucked the laces from his shoes with an unhurried pace, hoping to tantalize and tease the man behind him. Whe\'de\'d finished untying both shoes, he realized, with a sense of sadness, that he would not experience the cane. Almost despondently, he removed his shoes and trousers, piling them neatly on the floor and then he turned around again.
\"Clean my other boot. I like to see your tongue on my leather.\"
Desire for the cane was forgotten for the moment and he stretched himself out on the floor, ignoring the shivering of his own naked flesh against the tile. Prostrate before the left boot, he slid forward into position and worked his tongue methodically over the leather, barely able to suppress groans of delight, dribbling saliva over the hide, recaptured by his ravenous mouth.
Once more as he insinuated his tongue beneath the tight thin lacings on the inside of the boot. He ground his hips into the floor, hungry and desperate to feed the agonizing fire that consumed him. He gasped as the sensitive head of his cock slithered over the precome upon the tile.
\"Mmmnn, you want to come don\'t you?\" The slipperiness of the other man\'s voice matched the slick sensation along his erection.
He nodded, tongue lashing lovingly over the leather.
\"Not yet, not yet. Make sure you clean the toe very well. I want to see it glistening from your very talented mouth.\" There was a note of salacious promise in the other man\'s tone.
He snaked his tongue down the front and top towards the pointed toe. He swept his saliva rich tongue over the tip, hungry for more... always hungry. He pulled back just a bit, ignoring the sticky fluid against his belly and opened his mouth wide. He dared to look up into the silvery eyes of the man above as he closed his entire mouth around the boot\'s tip and more.
The other man\'s eyes widened just a fraction in... surprise, appreciation, want? He wasn\'t kicked or chastised, so he must have pleased the other man.
He began sucking the leather top and sole of the pointed tip, laving his tongue along the hide he covered copiously in saliva. He brought his ass up in the air to stroke himself downward against the floor and then thought better of it. He could climax any moment and he knew how much the other man despised an unsanctioned release. Instead, he licked and sucked the toe as though he was sucking the other man\'s cock, hoping to inspire the other man to take their encounter to the next level. He was not disappointed. But this was not the direction he\'d anticipated either.
\"Lay on your back, bend your knees and spread your legs for me.\"
He moaned and removed his mouth from the boot he had been worshipping with his tongue. He pushed himself back on his knees and then continued to drop down, whining a little at the loss of pressure against his cock. He obediently brought his knees up and then spread his legs wantonly. For a moment he wanted to beg, to plead, but he couldn\'t. Such pleas were beneath him and he knew the other man understood that stance all too well.
\"Mmmnn, very nice. You do have such a talented tongue. Lift your hips just a little for me.\"
He complied, raising himself off the ground just a bit. He looked down the length of his malnourished body, cock straining, and watched as the other man pressed the slippery tip of his boot\'s toe against his ass. He choked back a cry when the boot moved no further than tantalizing the outer tight ring of muscle.
\"Now fuck yourself.\"
He released the previously swallowed cry as he pushed down on the toe, burying as much of the boot\'s slippery tip as he could into his ass. He sucked in his breath and lifted himself up and then down... up and down... up and down... until he was doing precisely what had been demanded of him. Although he wondered if something so desirable could be perceived as a demand when directed by another. But these were his private desires, moments to be shared with someone he could trust.
As though in shame at his enjoyment, he threw his arms across his eyes as his hips bucked almost furiously, sliding the leather so deep inside himself that he very well might have split his ass, which perhaps he deserved for having this twisted and rapacious appetite. But he didn\'t care. He\'d never been so close to this man being inside him -- until now his ass had only felt the cane, a more distant part of the other man. He gasped and moaned, thankful for the privacy spells they\'d set up beforehand. There was no point in alerting the late night cleaning staff that he was being so spectacularly ravished. Those were not headlines he wished to see on the front of the Daily Prophet or in the despicable rag called the Quibbler. The other man would most certainly agree.
His hands twitched, desperate to stroke himself off; the leather feeling incredibly divine within his sensitive interior anal walls. But he couldn\'t touch himself. The other man would be very displeased and might end these libidinous meetings of theirs altogether. And so, gasping, writhing and arching, he fucked himself as hard as he could, steeling himself against the desire to climax and embracing the wish to please the other man. To please him with perfection.
\"Yesssss.\" Approval hisseom tom the other man\'s mouth. \"If you could only see yourself from this angle. Mmmnnn. Lovely.\"
Amidst his own clipped breaths, he heard the soft slide of fine silk, of monogrammed platinum buttons being pushed through silk stitched holes, and he knew the other man was removing himself from his trousers.
\"Let\'s put your mouth back to work, shall we?\"
He was inwardly grateful for the new order, uncertain how much longer he would last with the leather toe thrusting up inside of him so wickedly. He did, however, whimper a little at the loss, his legs quivering from accommodating the considerable width in his ass. He honestly did not wish to know just how far down the boot\'s tip he\'d managed to fuck himself. Nonetheless, he moved once more to his knees and realized that the man had slid the left boot aside. Directly in front of him was the other foot, placed precisely where he normally knelt to suck the other man off.
\"Straddle my boot and suck me.\"
He almost came. He almost felt the leather between his legs and the other ms cos cock stuffed down his throat that very second. He walked his shaking knees forward, separating them as he did, and embraced the delicious pull in his groin as he settled down on the boot, nudging his cock against the leather front. He almost came again.
\"Oh, you are so close, aren\'t you?\" The other man laid his black leather gloved hand against his hot cheek. The touch was almost compassionate, warm and inspiring. For that moment he believed the other man could do him no harm ever.
He murmured against the leather palm, his eyes slitting closed, \"I won\'t disappoint.\" .\"
\"I know you won\'t.\" Grey eyes hardened just a touch, as though in warning as much as in support, and then the other man slid his leathered thumb along his lower lip, tantalizing, teasing.
He dared to flick his tongue out against the leather thumb and when no reprimand came, he sucked the thumb into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the digit in simulation of what he was about to do to the other man\'s cock. He breathed in deeply; the undeniable scent and taste of finely tanned leather consuming him. His erection twitched and he gently pushed the thumb from his mouth, locking his eyes onto the other man\'s in reverence.
When the hand was pulled away, he dropped his gaze to the lap in front of him; to an incredibly pale erection with a slightly blushed head that was desirous of his talents, his touch, and his mouth. Knowingly teasing the both of them, he sunk his nose into the white-blond curls and inhaled deeply. Jasmine. Once, when he managed to slither his tongue right inside this man\'s ass, he swore he could still taste that rare and delicate plant, as if he was made of the intoxicating flower itself.
The other man\'s hips began to rock as he ghosted his laboured breaths over the pale hard length. Then the other man hissed as he closed his mouth over the blushed cockhead, suckling the silken flesh skilfully. He brought his hands to the smooth oak of the chair\'s arms, and then closed his eyes. His fingers tightened around the wood as he lowered himself down the shaft, his warm went tongue soothing the length.
Groaning, the other man\'s hand flew out to the top of his head, fisting his short red hair between gloved fingers. He nearly cried out at the sweet agony, responding by sucking harder, and bobbing his head faster. The intense sensation of servitude and excellence coiled through him, lodging itself in his groin that he pushed hungrily against the boot he straddled so licentiously.
He started to whimper, trying to lose the sound as much as he was trying to lose the stiff erection down his throat, ill wishing the other man to be aware of just how desperate he was. Desperate for approval, desperate to be needed and desperate for an end to this vexing yet titillating experience.
The other man\'s voice was soft, intending to be unobtrusive, \"You may come as soon as I do.\"
He nodded in understanding around the cock buried at the back of his throat, and was determined to maintain the rhythm he knew the other man enjoyed. He twitched his hips, stroking himself against the leather that he had earlier laved with his tongue. He worked the other man to a moaning feverish pitch, suckling and sliding his mouth expertly up and down the rock hard shaft.
The other man finally arched and cried out, filling his mouth with thick warm fluid. He swallowed quickly and maintained a seal around the other man\'s spent cock. He rocked his hips harder, his erection straining against the leather, wanting very much to become a part of the leather, and then he moaned, releasing himself almost violently, making a sticky mess on the other man\'s boot.
Gasping around theer mer man\'s silken pale cock, his entire body shuddered from the exalting experience. It wasn\'t until the gloved hand left the top of his head that he removed his mouth from the other man\'s lap.
\"Mmmnn, very nice, Mr. Weasley. Now lick my boots clean again.\" Grey eyes glinted while the man\'s thin aristocratic lips turned up at the corners into a very pleased smile.
Percy nodded, gratified that he had performed well and slid his body back. Once more he laid himself down flat upon the floor and crawled forward until his mouth was inches from white spattered leather. He could not help but moan as his tongue touched his seed and began working the fluid from his own body and lust into Lucius Malfoy\'s boots. The other man would carry a part of him with him wherever he went, and this pleased Percy. For just as much as he serviced this powerful man, in turn, he was given great things. Lucius would be instrumental in his own rise, in his own achievements. Lucius had delivered on every promise ever made and Percy didn\'t believe that the other man would b bre breaking those promises now. Especially not with how perfectly he knew how to pleasure the other man.
~fin~
Lucius Malfoy / Percy Weasley
IF YOU WISH TO KNOW THE PAIRING BEFORE YOU DECIDE WHETHER OR NOT YOU WISH TO READ THIS FIC, PLEASE SCROLL TO THE VERY BOTTOM RIGHT NOW. Thanks, and sorry about this -- but the fic just decided to unfold like this although it should be very obvious who the pairing is almost straight away.
Word Count: 3,152
By: Xandria, Copyright © 2003 Xandria (http://www.akasa.bc.ca/fanfic)
Author\'s Notes: First draft, no beta. My mind is now flooded with ongoing smutlets involving this pairing and the evolution of their \'relationship\', but I don\'t know if I\'ll pursue them. If I do, they will start with the title: \"In the Ministry:\"
This smutlet occurs either just before OoTP or early on in Book 5.
This is for Saucy Wench -- in case I don\'t get that Lucius/Harry drabblet written.
This is also for Capital Flash.
Rae -- don\'t kill me. He\'s not yours.
Disclaimer: All obvious HP characters and concepts are property of their respective owners. No infringement is intended.
Rated: NC-17
Warnings: NONE -- aren\'t you surprised!? But don\'t let that stop you.
Summary: Late one night at the Ministry of Magic, a little kinky overture involving leather boots is enacted amidst a bit of mutual manipulation.
~ * ~
In the Ministry: These Boots Were Made For...
~ * ~
The cold Ministry floor was hard beneath his knees. Clinging to his legs were wool trousers, too thin to curtail the chilling effects from a floor he navigated so industriously each day. Soon he would purchase new trousers -- once he had saved up the money he required for the quality he desired. New to living on his own, away from his so called family, nearly consumed his every paycheque and left him little to subsist upon. In fact, he was still paying off his furniture, arranged with a very minimal interest rate thanks to a certain someone in his life. He had no desire for ugly mismatched second-hand furniture, hideously quilted blankets and dishes with the lacquered paint worn off. He had had enough of that pathetic existence while growing up, and that was a part of another life he desperately wished to distance himself from.
He yearned for new and respectable apartment decor, items that would not leave him ashamed when he invited others into his home. For the moment, however, he presently lacked friends he could invite into his domicile. Well, maybe he had a couple of friends, but he wasn\'t sure he could call Minister Fudge a friend even though they did discuss non work related topics at the Ministry. And then there was the man sitting right in front of him, calf tight leather boots with pointed toes casually resting on the floor, the right leg slightly further forward than the other; like a tempta and and tease wrapped sinuously in one. Perfect custom crafted knee high leather boots that begged to be caressed.
But he wasn\'t yet wy toy to touch those boots. No, first he needed to pay them appropriate homage. He pressed his lightly freckled fingers upon the icy floor, suppressing a shiver, and leaned forward. He closed his eyes and emitted a loud moan as his tongue met the softest and most supple leather he had ever had an opportunity to come into contact with. He feared he might spend himself right then and there, soiling his trousers. Pausing for a moment to collect himself, he inhaled the exotic leather and was convinced he could smell the signature jasmine scent of the man right through his boot. He inhaled again, enrapturing his senses, and only serving to teaimseimself mercilessly.
\"Merlin,\" he murmured and stretched himself down upon the floor, permitting its chill to penetrate his body, cool him down and perhaps diminish the raging erection now pressing painfully into him.
He shivered and set his tongue to the boot again. Maybe if he licked and laved, cleaned the boot well enough, the other man would give him more than what had originally been arranged. He begged within his mind, stroking his pink tongue along the upper surface of the boot, just beyond the toe. And when the foot angled a little further to the outside, exposing the inside, he dove forward like a starving man, caressing the leather over the ankle with long firm strokes. He moaned softly, pressing with his tongue as though he might be able to reach the elegant ankle beneath the leather.
He yearned to reach out and touch those boots with his ink stained fingers, but no, not yet, not unless given permission. The cane could hurt as well as pleasure; he had learned not that long ago. \"So beautiful,\" he whispered against the black oiled hide, just before he danced his tongue along the thin leather lacings up the inside of the boot. He wriggled his tongue between the thin leather strips, pushing insistently, ravenous to feel the soft stretch of leather that was so seldom exposed to the elements -- purer, and closer to the other man. His breaths came heavier when he felt the smoother leather beneath his tongue, claiming a sense of victory before moving on, licking continuously upwards.
Whimpering just a little, his tongue crested on the very top rim of the boot, into which nestled tight silk trouser legs. He knew by now not to lick the silk. The silk was off limits to his dirty hungry mouth. The silk was too intimate, too fine for him to handle yet. Therefore, he carefully flicked his tongue along thtsidtside edge, swiping his pointed pink tongue tip until he reached the opposite side of the boot... the side without lacings, the side revealing an elegant serpent slithering down the leather, depressed into the hide with perfect magic, for the other man endeavoured to only surround himself with the most capable of wizards and witches.
With a strong sense of pride, he parted his lips a little more and pressed the entire flat of his tongue, as far as the muscle could stretch out of his mouth, and laved down the boot with almost painful slowness, feeling every scale and curve of the serpent nearly writhe beneath his mouth. He rocked his hips, grinding against the floor and winced as he was certain he had bruised his cock from his passionate thrusts. He could endure the pain, and in fact he was surprised at how much pain he could tolerate. But then the other man had told him quite emphatically that this was how it would be -- that the human body could easily contend with insurmountable pain... particularly with a goal fixed in sight. And he was nothing if not ambitious with a very clear goal in mind.
\"Remove your trousers,\" the other man\'s voice drifted down from above, like silken tendrils encircling his spine.
One last lick of admiration along the edge of the leathered foot and he rolled onto his back, hands quickly flying to his waist.
\"No. Rise and remove your trousers. Slowly. And do not touch yourself.\"
A whimper caught in his throat and he acquiesced, a little unsteady on his feet, his mind swimming in lust and desire. With his gaze fixed to the floor, his fingers unbuttoned the well-worn fabric that he maintained as best as possible. He parted the front to form a V, a thatch red curls poking through the opening, slowly revealing himself to the man in front of him. He thought he heard a slight noise, like an appreciative click of tongue against teeth, coming from the other man. He suppressed a smile of satisfaction and continued working the waist of his trousers slowly down his bony hips, sucking his lower lip between his teeth as his hard cock was freed from within the confines of the fabric.
When the trousers had fallen to his knees and he was about to bend over so he could unlace and remove his shoes, the other man instructed, \"Turn around first.\"
Straightening his thin body, made so by starving himself to afford his new living arrangements, he turned around and slowly bent over, offering what he hoped was a pleasing view of his puckered entrance. Maybe he\'d feel the cane after all; even the cane\'s tip that spent much of the day on the ground next to those worshipful boots. He painstakingly plucked the laces from his shoes with an unhurried pace, hoping to tantalize and tease the man behind him. Whe\'de\'d finished untying both shoes, he realized, with a sense of sadness, that he would not experience the cane. Almost despondently, he removed his shoes and trousers, piling them neatly on the floor and then he turned around again.
\"Clean my other boot. I like to see your tongue on my leather.\"
Desire for the cane was forgotten for the moment and he stretched himself out on the floor, ignoring the shivering of his own naked flesh against the tile. Prostrate before the left boot, he slid forward into position and worked his tongue methodically over the leather, barely able to suppress groans of delight, dribbling saliva over the hide, recaptured by his ravenous mouth.
Once more as he insinuated his tongue beneath the tight thin lacings on the inside of the boot. He ground his hips into the floor, hungry and desperate to feed the agonizing fire that consumed him. He gasped as the sensitive head of his cock slithered over the precome upon the tile.
\"Mmmnn, you want to come don\'t you?\" The slipperiness of the other man\'s voice matched the slick sensation along his erection.
He nodded, tongue lashing lovingly over the leather.
\"Not yet, not yet. Make sure you clean the toe very well. I want to see it glistening from your very talented mouth.\" There was a note of salacious promise in the other man\'s tone.
He snaked his tongue down the front and top towards the pointed toe. He swept his saliva rich tongue over the tip, hungry for more... always hungry. He pulled back just a bit, ignoring the sticky fluid against his belly and opened his mouth wide. He dared to look up into the silvery eyes of the man above as he closed his entire mouth around the boot\'s tip and more.
The other man\'s eyes widened just a fraction in... surprise, appreciation, want? He wasn\'t kicked or chastised, so he must have pleased the other man.
He began sucking the leather top and sole of the pointed tip, laving his tongue along the hide he covered copiously in saliva. He brought his ass up in the air to stroke himself downward against the floor and then thought better of it. He could climax any moment and he knew how much the other man despised an unsanctioned release. Instead, he licked and sucked the toe as though he was sucking the other man\'s cock, hoping to inspire the other man to take their encounter to the next level. He was not disappointed. But this was not the direction he\'d anticipated either.
\"Lay on your back, bend your knees and spread your legs for me.\"
He moaned and removed his mouth from the boot he had been worshipping with his tongue. He pushed himself back on his knees and then continued to drop down, whining a little at the loss of pressure against his cock. He obediently brought his knees up and then spread his legs wantonly. For a moment he wanted to beg, to plead, but he couldn\'t. Such pleas were beneath him and he knew the other man understood that stance all too well.
\"Mmmnn, very nice. You do have such a talented tongue. Lift your hips just a little for me.\"
He complied, raising himself off the ground just a bit. He looked down the length of his malnourished body, cock straining, and watched as the other man pressed the slippery tip of his boot\'s toe against his ass. He choked back a cry when the boot moved no further than tantalizing the outer tight ring of muscle.
\"Now fuck yourself.\"
He released the previously swallowed cry as he pushed down on the toe, burying as much of the boot\'s slippery tip as he could into his ass. He sucked in his breath and lifted himself up and then down... up and down... up and down... until he was doing precisely what had been demanded of him. Although he wondered if something so desirable could be perceived as a demand when directed by another. But these were his private desires, moments to be shared with someone he could trust.
As though in shame at his enjoyment, he threw his arms across his eyes as his hips bucked almost furiously, sliding the leather so deep inside himself that he very well might have split his ass, which perhaps he deserved for having this twisted and rapacious appetite. But he didn\'t care. He\'d never been so close to this man being inside him -- until now his ass had only felt the cane, a more distant part of the other man. He gasped and moaned, thankful for the privacy spells they\'d set up beforehand. There was no point in alerting the late night cleaning staff that he was being so spectacularly ravished. Those were not headlines he wished to see on the front of the Daily Prophet or in the despicable rag called the Quibbler. The other man would most certainly agree.
His hands twitched, desperate to stroke himself off; the leather feeling incredibly divine within his sensitive interior anal walls. But he couldn\'t touch himself. The other man would be very displeased and might end these libidinous meetings of theirs altogether. And so, gasping, writhing and arching, he fucked himself as hard as he could, steeling himself against the desire to climax and embracing the wish to please the other man. To please him with perfection.
\"Yesssss.\" Approval hisseom tom the other man\'s mouth. \"If you could only see yourself from this angle. Mmmnnn. Lovely.\"
Amidst his own clipped breaths, he heard the soft slide of fine silk, of monogrammed platinum buttons being pushed through silk stitched holes, and he knew the other man was removing himself from his trousers.
\"Let\'s put your mouth back to work, shall we?\"
He was inwardly grateful for the new order, uncertain how much longer he would last with the leather toe thrusting up inside of him so wickedly. He did, however, whimper a little at the loss, his legs quivering from accommodating the considerable width in his ass. He honestly did not wish to know just how far down the boot\'s tip he\'d managed to fuck himself. Nonetheless, he moved once more to his knees and realized that the man had slid the left boot aside. Directly in front of him was the other foot, placed precisely where he normally knelt to suck the other man off.
\"Straddle my boot and suck me.\"
He almost came. He almost felt the leather between his legs and the other ms cos cock stuffed down his throat that very second. He walked his shaking knees forward, separating them as he did, and embraced the delicious pull in his groin as he settled down on the boot, nudging his cock against the leather front. He almost came again.
\"Oh, you are so close, aren\'t you?\" The other man laid his black leather gloved hand against his hot cheek. The touch was almost compassionate, warm and inspiring. For that moment he believed the other man could do him no harm ever.
He murmured against the leather palm, his eyes slitting closed, \"I won\'t disappoint.\" .\"
\"I know you won\'t.\" Grey eyes hardened just a touch, as though in warning as much as in support, and then the other man slid his leathered thumb along his lower lip, tantalizing, teasing.
He dared to flick his tongue out against the leather thumb and when no reprimand came, he sucked the thumb into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the digit in simulation of what he was about to do to the other man\'s cock. He breathed in deeply; the undeniable scent and taste of finely tanned leather consuming him. His erection twitched and he gently pushed the thumb from his mouth, locking his eyes onto the other man\'s in reverence.
When the hand was pulled away, he dropped his gaze to the lap in front of him; to an incredibly pale erection with a slightly blushed head that was desirous of his talents, his touch, and his mouth. Knowingly teasing the both of them, he sunk his nose into the white-blond curls and inhaled deeply. Jasmine. Once, when he managed to slither his tongue right inside this man\'s ass, he swore he could still taste that rare and delicate plant, as if he was made of the intoxicating flower itself.
The other man\'s hips began to rock as he ghosted his laboured breaths over the pale hard length. Then the other man hissed as he closed his mouth over the blushed cockhead, suckling the silken flesh skilfully. He brought his hands to the smooth oak of the chair\'s arms, and then closed his eyes. His fingers tightened around the wood as he lowered himself down the shaft, his warm went tongue soothing the length.
Groaning, the other man\'s hand flew out to the top of his head, fisting his short red hair between gloved fingers. He nearly cried out at the sweet agony, responding by sucking harder, and bobbing his head faster. The intense sensation of servitude and excellence coiled through him, lodging itself in his groin that he pushed hungrily against the boot he straddled so licentiously.
He started to whimper, trying to lose the sound as much as he was trying to lose the stiff erection down his throat, ill wishing the other man to be aware of just how desperate he was. Desperate for approval, desperate to be needed and desperate for an end to this vexing yet titillating experience.
The other man\'s voice was soft, intending to be unobtrusive, \"You may come as soon as I do.\"
He nodded in understanding around the cock buried at the back of his throat, and was determined to maintain the rhythm he knew the other man enjoyed. He twitched his hips, stroking himself against the leather that he had earlier laved with his tongue. He worked the other man to a moaning feverish pitch, suckling and sliding his mouth expertly up and down the rock hard shaft.
The other man finally arched and cried out, filling his mouth with thick warm fluid. He swallowed quickly and maintained a seal around the other man\'s spent cock. He rocked his hips harder, his erection straining against the leather, wanting very much to become a part of the leather, and then he moaned, releasing himself almost violently, making a sticky mess on the other man\'s boot.
Gasping around theer mer man\'s silken pale cock, his entire body shuddered from the exalting experience. It wasn\'t until the gloved hand left the top of his head that he removed his mouth from the other man\'s lap.
\"Mmmnn, very nice, Mr. Weasley. Now lick my boots clean again.\" Grey eyes glinted while the man\'s thin aristocratic lips turned up at the corners into a very pleased smile.
Percy nodded, gratified that he had performed well and slid his body back. Once more he laid himself down flat upon the floor and crawled forward until his mouth was inches from white spattered leather. He could not help but moan as his tongue touched his seed and began working the fluid from his own body and lust into Lucius Malfoy\'s boots. The other man would carry a part of him with him wherever he went, and this pleased Percy. For just as much as he serviced this powerful man, in turn, he was given great things. Lucius would be instrumental in his own rise, in his own achievements. Lucius had delivered on every promise ever made and Percy didn\'t believe that the other man would b bre breaking those promises now. Especially not with how perfectly he knew how to pleasure the other man.
~fin~
Lucius Malfoy / Percy Weasley