Absolution...or The Last Temptation of Percy Weasley
Title: Absolution or The Last Temptation of Percy Weasley
Characters: Lucius/Percy
Author: domani_kiyozuki
Word Count: 550 roughly
Rating: NC-17 or hard R?
Warning(s): bondage, D/s, age differences, hints of whipping
A/N: written for lordhellebore's prompt over at the Everything But...Comment Fest on okydoky's journal. Percy needs release from the constant pressures of daily life, and Lucius knows just how to give it to him.
Absolution or The Last Temptation of Percy Weasley
Lucius smirked. The boy's resistance was quite endearing. His arse had to be burning from the bare handed spanking he'd received earlier, but not a sound escaped from behind the gag shoved between those sneering lips. It was for the best - it stopped the babbling denials, when Weasley's body so clearly betrayed his silver-tongued barbs.
Lucius nudged his knees further apart, settling nicely between the wide V they made. Weasley was quivering - Lucius pinched the inside of one pre-come slicked thigh, grinning when his companion moaned loudly.
Finally, a reaction.
"Hush," he commanded, laughing cruelly when he saw the fear and lust sparkling in those dark, dilated eyes. A feeling of power surged through his veins, his blood boiling in anticipation of what was to come. Literally.
Lucius stroked the underside of Weasley's cock, which swelled instantly under the attention. Weasley squirmed, pulling away only to push back against Lucius's fingers. Lucius observed the many expressions flitting across his face, watching the internal struggle with mild interest. Any second now...
First came horror, then shocked disbelief, as though he couldn't possibly be doing this. As though he hadn't Floo-called Lucius after another hard day at the Ministry, as he did every Thursday evening, wanting it rough enough to forget he had a respectable job and responsibilities and a doting fiancee waiting for him at home.
Next came realization, then acceptance, when he remembered how frustrating working as an Under Secretary to the Minister was, why he needed the release denied to him in every other aspect of his life.
Lucius pushed Weasley back against the duvet, checking the silver green ties binding his hands to the head-board as the last change, defeat, made Weasley shut his eyes and turn his head away. His cheeks and chest flushed cherry red in embarrassment, and saltwater tears pricked the corners of his eyes.
Lucius wiped them away patiently, the pads of his thumbs brushing his strong jaw and bobbing Adam's apple before smearing the tears onto the head of Weasley's erection.
Weasley gasped when Lucius's grip on his shaft tightened. "Do you want me to let you come?" he asked, squeezing again for emphasis. The answering sob was enough, but Lucius dissolved the gag for the final humiliation.
It took a few tries, lip licking and important-sounding throat clearing, but finally he managed a strangled "P-please!" before ducking his head in capitulation.
Only a few tugs did it until Weasley came with a shout, ribbons of come spurting across the silk bedding and on the bulge over Lucius's trousers. He cleaned the mess with a careless wave as Weasley sank back against the pillows, recovering from the high.
Lucius bemoaned the loss of vulnerability in the red-headed wizard, who slid off the bed after summoning those ugly horn-rimmed specs of his. Weasley's impassive mask slipped back into place as he tugged on his robes, staring down at the man who owned him.
"Same time next week?" Lucius drawled, daring him to disagree.
Weasley scoffed, though the tips of his ears turned red, "Of course," he said calmly, "Until then, don't forget to come." he sneered, nodding to his straining erection.
He spun on his heel and Disaparated without another word.
Lucius grinned as he indulged in a slow wank. Next week couldn't come soon enough.
Characters: Lucius/Percy
Author: domani_kiyozuki
Word Count: 550 roughly
Rating: NC-17 or hard R?
Warning(s): bondage, D/s, age differences, hints of whipping
A/N: written for lordhellebore's prompt over at the Everything But...Comment Fest on okydoky's journal. Percy needs release from the constant pressures of daily life, and Lucius knows just how to give it to him.
Absolution or The Last Temptation of Percy Weasley
Lucius smirked. The boy's resistance was quite endearing. His arse had to be burning from the bare handed spanking he'd received earlier, but not a sound escaped from behind the gag shoved between those sneering lips. It was for the best - it stopped the babbling denials, when Weasley's body so clearly betrayed his silver-tongued barbs.
Lucius nudged his knees further apart, settling nicely between the wide V they made. Weasley was quivering - Lucius pinched the inside of one pre-come slicked thigh, grinning when his companion moaned loudly.
Finally, a reaction.
"Hush," he commanded, laughing cruelly when he saw the fear and lust sparkling in those dark, dilated eyes. A feeling of power surged through his veins, his blood boiling in anticipation of what was to come. Literally.
Lucius stroked the underside of Weasley's cock, which swelled instantly under the attention. Weasley squirmed, pulling away only to push back against Lucius's fingers. Lucius observed the many expressions flitting across his face, watching the internal struggle with mild interest. Any second now...
First came horror, then shocked disbelief, as though he couldn't possibly be doing this. As though he hadn't Floo-called Lucius after another hard day at the Ministry, as he did every Thursday evening, wanting it rough enough to forget he had a respectable job and responsibilities and a doting fiancee waiting for him at home.
Next came realization, then acceptance, when he remembered how frustrating working as an Under Secretary to the Minister was, why he needed the release denied to him in every other aspect of his life.
Lucius pushed Weasley back against the duvet, checking the silver green ties binding his hands to the head-board as the last change, defeat, made Weasley shut his eyes and turn his head away. His cheeks and chest flushed cherry red in embarrassment, and saltwater tears pricked the corners of his eyes.
Lucius wiped them away patiently, the pads of his thumbs brushing his strong jaw and bobbing Adam's apple before smearing the tears onto the head of Weasley's erection.
Weasley gasped when Lucius's grip on his shaft tightened. "Do you want me to let you come?" he asked, squeezing again for emphasis. The answering sob was enough, but Lucius dissolved the gag for the final humiliation.
It took a few tries, lip licking and important-sounding throat clearing, but finally he managed a strangled "P-please!" before ducking his head in capitulation.
Only a few tugs did it until Weasley came with a shout, ribbons of come spurting across the silk bedding and on the bulge over Lucius's trousers. He cleaned the mess with a careless wave as Weasley sank back against the pillows, recovering from the high.
Lucius bemoaned the loss of vulnerability in the red-headed wizard, who slid off the bed after summoning those ugly horn-rimmed specs of his. Weasley's impassive mask slipped back into place as he tugged on his robes, staring down at the man who owned him.
"Same time next week?" Lucius drawled, daring him to disagree.
Weasley scoffed, though the tips of his ears turned red, "Of course," he said calmly, "Until then, don't forget to come." he sneered, nodding to his straining erection.
He spun on his heel and Disaparated without another word.
Lucius grinned as he indulged in a slow wank. Next week couldn't come soon enough.