Tom's Headache Remedy #15
Title: Tom's Headache Remedy #15
By: Penemuel
Rating: If I were using MPAA ratings, this would be NC-17
Pairing: Tom/Blaise (au)
Warnings: BDSM, roleplay, wandplay, porn with no socially redeeming qualities, smut smut smut! Unbetaed -- sorry!
Disclaimer: They're not mine -- if they were, Tom would have decent motivation and would have normal colour scenes in CoS!
Summary: Porny porn porn!
Notes: Fic exchange with by_starkiller. Title sucks because I am sucky at titles...
Word Count: 5403 per MS Word
Tom's Headache Remedy #15
by Penemuel
Blaise had complained of a headache and headed off to take a nap while Tom read through an old magic tome they had managed to find in the bottom of a stack at Flourish and Blott's. He sat in bed next to Blaise, rubbing his lover's head as he dozed, and smiled when Blaise finally drifted off to real sleep.
He adored his lover, and rarely got a chance to watch him sleep -- often, he was the late riser, and Blaise was definitely an early bird. It was nice to be able to watch his lover sleep, to see the sweet smile curve his lips as he began to dream. And Tom slid easily into his mind to make sure it remained a good dream, found himself smiling as he realized that he wasn't going to get any more reading done now. He didn't mind one bit, glad to share this peaceful moment with the one person who meant everything to him.
And as he sat, rubbing Blaise's head and carding his fingers through his hair, he decided they deserved some fun tonight. He smiled, and began to plot...
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When Blaise woke, he found someone standing beside the bed and looking down at him, clad in a dark hooded robe that hid his face. For an instant he panicked, and then he felt the thread of reassurance through their bond and knew that it was Tom.
Tom looked down at his lover, seeing the moment of panic and then the instant when he relaxed again. That was his cue. "So, Mr. Zabini," he purred, "you do realize that fighting against me is futile, do you not? After all, I am the Dark Lord, and have powers beyond your imagination..."
Blaise's eyes went wide, and then he allowed a smile for just an instant before he responded, "You'll never have me, Evil One!"
"Oh? Is that a fact?" Tom purred, smiling darkly. Then he spread his arms wide and said, "Then by all means, go ahead, flee..."
Blaise took his cue and leapt from the bed, and Tom watched appreciatively as that lithely muscled form darted across the room, heading for the door. Then he flicked his wrist, and all of a sudden he was brandishing his wand. Another flick, and Blaise was frozen in mid-step, his hand reaching out for the doorknob. "Tsk tsk, Mr. Zabini. Not quite fast enough," he purred, motioning with his wand and levitating Blaise back to the bed.
"No!" Blaise gasped, struggling against the spell. And then another flick of Tom's wand and he fell back to the bed, free to move for just a moment. He tried to run again, all the while trying to hide his grin, but Tom stepped closer to the bed and touched the tip of his wand to his chest and smiled.
"You know what I can do to you, Mr. Zabini -- would you like to make another attempt?" he purred, looking down at Blaise with hunger in his green eyes.
"You'll never have me!" Blaise hissed defiantly, and Tom smiled.
"Not only will I have you, Beautiful; when I'm done with you, you'll never be satisfied with anyone else..." He pressed the tip of his wand harder against Blaise's skin and allowed a small spark of magic to slither through it, a tiny shower of green sparks trailing over his skin like mist. Blaise gasped and looked up at him, blue eyes wide in feigned shock, and Tom licked his lips hungrily. "Lie down, Beautiful -- there's a lot more where that came from..."
"No! You can't--" Blaise gasped, trying to back away from the wand and moaning softly as Tom followed his movements, maintaining the contact. The magic felt like silk sliding over his skin, making his nerves tingle in reaction. "No -- can't let you--"
Tom quirked an eloquent eyebrow and asked, "'Let'? Exactly what made you think I needed your permission, hmmn?" He began tracing lazy patterns over Blaise's chest, shimmers of magic following the wand's tip, and smiled when he saw goosebumps rise on his lover's skin. "Tell me, Beautiful, does that feel good?"
"Ye-- No! You're not going to seduce me, you foul, dark, evil-- ohhh..."
"Hmmn, I thought so," Tom murmured smugly. Blaise was now lying flat on his back, and Tom smiled as he saw his lover's cock rapidly hardening. "That's quite nice, Beautiful," he purred, beginning to trail his wand down Blaise's body, heading towards his rising cock.
Blaise groaned and arched his back, nearly relaxed and gave himself over to it, spreading his legs and beginning to writhe. Until he realized what he was doing. "No!" His eyes snapped open and he tried to bolt from the bed again.
Tom smiled -- this was what he had been waiting for. One flick of his wand, a little spiralling twist of the tip, and he yelled, "Incarcerous!" Immediately, soft black magical ropes shot from the wand and wrapped themselves around Blaise's forearms and the posts of the bed, binding him in the middle of it with his arms spread wide. Then Tom smiled and looked down at his captive, not missing the twitch of his cock or the precum glistening on the head of it. "Mmm... very nice..."
He was hard under his robes, his cock aching for Blaise's touch, for Blaise's mouth, but that would come soon enough. For now, it was all about making his lover squirm, and enjoying the beautiful show of his helpless body. The black bindings criss-crossed Blaise's forearms, a sharp contrast against his lover's pale skin that sent a shiver of lust through Tom. He looked so good bound...
"Let me go, you fiend!" Blaise snarled, and Tom smiled and shook his head.
"I can't do that, Beautiful. You see, I'm going to make you mine, and it's just so difficult to appreciate your sexy body when I'm having to chase you around the room..." He licked his lips and smiled again, then added, "I think this black-on-pale motif is quite nice -- I do believe we need more..."
Another flick of his wand, this time a silent spell, and Blaise's body was lifted slightly from the bed. Another flick, and more bindings shot out and wrapped around his torso and between his legs, artistically criss-crossing and looping until he was bound in a rope harness. Only when it was finished did Tom lower him back to the surface of the bed. "Ohhh yes, that's very, very nice," he purred, stepping closer and running a hand over Blaise's chest, fingers tracing the bindings and then sliding over heated skin. "Mmmmm, so sexy all bound for me, Beautiful," he purred. "But we need one last touch, I think..."
Blaise shook his head, eyes narrowed in feigned defiance. He struggled against the bindings, stretching and writhing in such a way that his 'attempts to escape' showed off every line and curve of his body and how the bindings accentuated them. "No, you foul dark one! You'll never have me!"
"Oh, but I already do..." And Tom flicked his wand one more time, smaller bindings shooting out and wrapping around his captive's cock and balls. "Ohh yes -- now it's perfect. And look at how hard you are for me, Beautiful. So achingly hard... Do you want me," and he started stroking Blaise with his wand once more, sparks of magic travelling over his skin and making him moan and writhe, "to touch you?"
"Ye... No! Stop that, you fiend!" Blaise growled, his body saying exactly the opposite as his cock twitched and strained towards Tom's wand. And the closer that wand got to his cock, the more he squirmed and tugged on the bindings, until he couldn't hold it in any longer. "Oh gods -- touch me! Please!" he whispered desperately.
"Mmmm... I knew you'd come around, my sweet," Tom purred. "Now, touch you with this," and he stroked a hand teasingly over Blaise's bound cock, "or with this?" And then he ran the tip of his wand along the underside of the straining organ, coming to rest right at his balls, then sent another flare of magic through it.
"Ohhh..." Blaise moaned, arching up as the magic surged through him, pleasure pooling in his groin in response to it. And then Tom smiled wickedly and drew his hand back, watched as Blaise made every attempt to follow him despite the bindings. "No!" Blaise cried, looking up at him with heat and need in his gaze.
"So, Beautiful, which one? The hand -- all warm soft skin and strong grip -- or the wand and everything that goes with it?" Tom purred, stroking long fingers up and down the length of his wand suggestively. "Mmmmm... it must feel so good as it runs over your skin... I wonder how it might feel inside you..."
"Ins--ohhhgods..." Blaise breathed, squirming and writhing in the bed and then spreading his legs wantonly. "But I can't... I can't give in..."
"Oh, Beautiful, you've already given in," Tom purred, stepping closer again and trailing his wand over Blaise's skin again. "You want the wand first, don't you, sweet one? On you and in you with my magic surging through it..."
"Ohfuckyes!" Blaise breathed, not even realizing that he had done so until Tom gave him an evil smile.
"I thought so, Beautiful..." Tom purred, looking down at his captive with hungry, lust-darkened eyes. "Oh yes, I'm going to make you scream for me, Beautiful. I'm going to make you need me so much that no one else will ever satisfy you... I'm going to make you mine."
"Oh gods... no!" Blaise whispered, trying to back away, but then Tom reached out and stroked his wand slowly over Blaise's skin and he shuddered helplessly, arching into the touch. "Oh... oh gods... oh please don't stop... please!"
Tom purred again, then unfastened his robe and let it fall open to display his body, naked under the black fabric. His cock was hard, straining up towards his belly as he looked down at his captive. "You are so sexy," he purred, throwing the robe off and climbing onto the bed with Blaise. "So sexy, and so beautiful, and so mine." Then he leaned in to lick the head of his captive's cock, grinned and backed off the instant he felt Blaise flexing to thrust. "Ah ah, naughty boy..."
"Please," Blaise moaned, shocked by the need in his voice as he squirmed and looked up at Tom.
"Such a naughty boy... I think I'll have to punish you when I'm done possessing you..." Tom mused, settling comfortably between Blaise's spread legs. "So, my sweet one, do you want to be defiled, debauched, made so helpless that you can't even remember your name?" he purred, watching Blaise's eyes go dark with hunger and arousal. "Ohh yes, you do... so hungry, so needy, so desperate to be mine!" And then he began running his wand over Blaise's legs, up one and back down the other, magic sparking along after the tip.
Blaise moaned and squirmed, trying desperately to get Tom's wand in contact with his cock or lower. "Oh please, please please touch me with it -- let me feel it on my cock, on my balls, inside me -- please!" he panted, his legs trembling with arousal and need.
Tom smiled and stroked the very tip of his wand teasingly down Blaise's cock, purred, "You beg so prettily, my naughty one. Is this what you want, Beautiful? To feel my dark magic on your hot, hard cock? To feel it surging through your balls and then sinking deep inside you? Hmmn?" The wand was now trailing teasingly over Blaise's balls, stroking over hot skin and then the bindings, and he smiled at the needy whimper that came from his captive. "Do you want me to fuck you with my magic, my sweet one?"
"Fuck!" Blaise gasped, a slave to his hungers. "Yes, please -- oh gods... please!"
Tom drew himself up and whispered an incantation, continuing to run the tip of his wand over Blaise's cock and balls while he did so. Blaise groaned as heat wrapped around, followed the paths of the magical bindings and encased his erection; he panted hotly, tugging on the bindings that tied him to the bed. "Oh fuck ohfuck ohfuckohfuck!" he gasped, writhing helplessly.
And then Tom laughed softly and whispered a second incantation, slid the tip of his wand down behind Blaise's balls and between his buttocks. He ran it teasingly over his captive's perineum and then down to rub gently around Blaise's hole, licking his lips as the muscles twitched and Blaise's cock jolted in response.
"Ohgodspleasedon'ttortureme!" Blaise hissed, and Tom raised an eyebrow and watched the look on his face as the teasing became more insistent, as he began to rub the tip of the wand over his lover's twitching hole. "OhyespleaseYES!"
"Mmmm... not even inside you, and I own you already," Tom purred. Then he sent a small surge of magic through the wand and Blaise cried out as pleasure sparked along his nerves. "Does it feel like my fingers are in you, opening you for me, stretching you wide? Tell me, Beautiful, what do you feel?"
"Guh!" Blaise blurted, arching back in the bed and trying to remember how to speak so he could obey. "Feels so warm in me, warm and slick..." he managed to answer, his voice somewhere between a moan and a whimper. "Feels like you're stretching me so wide -- oh gods please fill me, please take me oh fuck make me scream!"
"Patience, my sweet," Tom purred. "I want you to experience all of this without rushing..." And then with a whispered lubrication charm, he began to slide the wand into his captive with a gentle but firm stroke, until nearly its entire length was sheathed in him. "Ohhhyes..." he hissed, watching Blaise's muscles clench and relax around the smooth, hard wood. "Do you feel that, Beautiful? Do you feel how deep it is in you?"
"Ah-- ohgahyes!" Blaise panted inarticulately, his mind so lust-fogged at that point he wasn't sure he had answered aloud at all.
"Good," Tom purred, beginning to fuck Blaise with the wand, making sure his fingers rubbed against his twitching hole every time he thrust in. And then he wrapped his other hand around Blaise's bound cock and rubbed his thumb over the head, slicking it with precum. "So good..." And once he had a good rhythm going, he smiled wickedly and whispered something in Parseltongue. Immediately, magic surged through the wand, flowing into Blaise, deep into his center. Pleasure began to throb deep, deep inside, uncontrollable, inexorable pulsing waves of it as if the magic were thrumming through and against his prostate. Every stroke, every thrust, and Blaise was helpless in the face of it, arching and thrusting and moaning, hips rising off the bed.
"OhfuckohgahhhYESfuckYES!" Blaise screamed, coming hard, splashing his stomach and Tom's hand with thick fluid. The magic surged through him, making it seem like his orgasm went on and on, and by the time he fell back to the bed, limp and panting, Tom was trembling with lust himself. "Holy fuck," Blaise breathed, looking up at him with amazement. "That was..."
"It was rather, wasn't it?" Tom asked, looking down at him with heat in his gaze. "You're mine, you know. All mine -- you still want more, don't you, Beautiful." He was still moving the wand inside his captive, gently fucking him with it as Blaise lay there helpless. "Of course, we shouldn't let this go to waste," he murmured, bringing his other hand to his mouth and licking it clean. "Mmmm..." He smiled and scooped up some of the come from Blaise's stomach on two fingers and leaned forward to rub it on Blaise's lips. "Lick them clean, Sexy -- taste yourself." He moaned softly as Blaise's tongue flicked out and licked, twining lewdly around and between his fingers, as his lover looked up at him with a wicked grin and he could tell exactly what he was thinking. "Mmmm... naughty boy -- I think I may have to fuck that pretty mouth of yours, too..."
Blaise let go of his fingers with a wet pop and looked up at him with a feigned expression of fear, shook his head and whispered, "No!"
Tom smiled and gently stroked his cheek, still slowly fucking him with the wand as he leaned in and whispered, "I'm a kind Dark Lord, my sweet -- I won't hurt you at all..." Then he glanced down at his other hand, the one that moved his wand in and out of his captive's hungry arse, and flicked his fingers, casting a quick charm. He let go of the wand, and it continued to move in and out with the same slow, deep thrusts. "There..."
He kissed Blaise quickly and then climbed up the bed on his hands and knees until he was kneeling over Blaise's chest, his cock bobbing right in front of his captive's face. He could see the pleasure in those dark, dark eyes, knew that his wand was rubbing right over Blaise's prostate with every deep stroke, keeping him hot and close to the edge. "And now it's time for you to put that beautiful mouth and sinful tongue to use, my sweet Pet. Lick and suck me, show me how you please your lord and master..."
He watched as that pink tongue darted out, could tell Blaise's mouth was watering, but his captive didn't do anything more than tease him by licking his lips. "Disobedient boy," he purred threateningly, nudging his cock against Blaise's lips, smearing precum across them. Again, that tongue darted out, this time licking the slick fluid from his lips, and then flicking over the head of his cock. Tom groaned and thrust forward again; Blaise laved the head of his cock with a warm, wet stroke, let out a whimpering moan, and then sucked his cock in almost desperately.
Tom groaned, gripping the headboard and arching as that talented mouth licked and sucked, the tip of Blaise's tongue digging into the slit and eagerly lapping up precum as he moaned around his mouthful. "Oh, that's good, my sweet one. Put that beautiful mouth of yours to good use, yes..." he murmured, beginning to thrust. Blaise opened his mouth and took in more of his cock, moaning again and licking eagerly. Tom could barely think, it felt so good, and before he realized it, Blaise had relaxed his muscles, locked his jaw, and deep throated him. "Ohfuckyes..." he hissed, thrusting into that warm wetness, so close to the edge already because of Blaise's earlier responses. He couldn't help himself, let go of the headboard with one hand and stroked Blaise's dark hair, then tangled his fingers in it and held him still while he thrust harder, all hunger and need and want.
Then he looked down at his captive's face and saw the ecstacy in his dark eyes, grunted once and thrust deep one last time, yelling loudly as he came down Blaise's throat. "OhgodsYES!" He arched, his hips bucking forward until the spasms stopped, his thighs trembling as he allowed Blaise to pull back and lick him clean, knowing all the while that his naughty captive was using that sinful mouth of his to coax him back to hardness despite the orgasm that had left him seeing stars.
"Oh, so good, so good," he breathed, finally pulling back from Blaise's mouth and moving back down the bed to sit on his captive's hips, pinning his bound and bobbing cock with his body. "Your mouth was made for fucking, Beautiful," he purred, lazily stroking along the bindings on Blaise's torso. "Your mouth, your arse, your whole beautiful body..."
Then he wriggled slightly where he sat, watching as Blaise's eyes fell closed for a moment, a look of pure pleasure on his face. "Mmmmmyes..." he purred, "Made for fucking, and that's exactly what I'm going to do now." He slid his hands up, fingers teasing and rubbing Blaise's nipples to hardness, pinching them and watching the ripples of reaction through his captive's body. "I've already fucked you with my magic, prepared you for me. Once I take you with this," he paused, gripping his cock and stroking it to full hardness once more,"I will own you. Body, mind, and soul, you will be mine, Beautiful..."
Once again, Blaise feigned fear, looking up at him with wide eyes and shaking his head. "No! You can't bind me! That's forbidden dark magic!" he gasped, trying to get away and of course failing because not only was he bound, but Tom was still sitting on him.
"Oh, but you're already mine, Beautiful. This will just seal it -- you don't want to feel forever unsatisfied, do you?" he purred, getting to his hands and knees again and climbing back between Blaise's legs. For a long moment, he watched his wand fucking his captive, his hunger rising as the dark wood slid in and out, as Blaise's arse clenched and relaxed. Then he let out a soft growl and ended the charm, but left the wand inside his lover. He didn't even bother with a lubrication charm, knowing Blaise would be more than ready for him as he positioned his cock at that twitching hole. He gripped his wand with one hand, holding it steady, and pressed into Blaise's tight heat, hissing at the feel of those muscles squeezing him while the unyielding hardness of his wand pressed along his cock. "Ohhh..." he breathed as he felt the shiver of magic through his own body, settling deep in his balls. He could see Blaise's eyes, wide with amazement as he felt it, too, and then all conscious thought faded as he began to move, thrusting balls-deep inside his captive's heat.
"Ohfuck yes yes yes!" Blaise moaned, tugging on his bindings and wrapping his legs around Tom's hips, surging up into every deep thrust. "Harder oh gods I'm yours oh fuck yes rule me Master!" he cried, pleasure exploding behind his eyes with every move, every thrust. And Tom felt the moment of surrender hit him like a wave, lust and arousal surging through him as that tight heat clenched on him and his wand. There was no more finesse, no more control -- he plowed into his captive like a rutting animal, pleasure rising with every thrust until they were both screaming and coming and the pulsing magic exploded through them both.
"OhfuckgodsfuckYES!" one of them screamed, although neither one could remember who it was; then they fell back limp to the bed, panting and sweating and slowly trying to remember how to move.
Tom carefully slid his wand out of Blaise, leaving his cock sheathed in that deliciously tight heat; cast a cleaning charm on the wand, then flicked it at the bindings tying Blaise to the bed. He didn't remove any more than that, yet, liking the look of it too much to undo it. Then he looked down into blue eyes filled with amazement, and smiled. "That was fucking incredible," he breathed, leaning in for a kiss.
"Thought you were going to punish my naughty arse," Blaise teased, wrapping strong arms around him and rolling them so that he was sitting on Tom, still impaled on his cock. Tom gasped in surprise, then stretched out his arms. "Uh oh -- I seem to have captured the Dark Lord," Blaise purred, leaning in to whisper, "and bound to you or not, Master, it's time for the servant to have some fun..."
"Insolent brat!" Tom breathed, struggling under him and gasping as the movement made arousal shiver through him again. Blaise was clenching his muscles tightly, squeezing his cock on purpose, and he couldn't help moaning as he grew hard again. "Release me!"
"Release you? No, I don't think so," Blaise purred. He flicked his fingers at the black bindings, still tied to the posts of the bed, and grinned as they wrapped around Tom's arms before he could stop them. "I may be bound to you, my Dark Lord, but I am not a slave to your will -- you like my wildness too much for that." He laughed at the outraged look Tom gave him; rode his cock for a few minutes, watched as he went from struggling beneath him to arching and writhing in pleasure. And just as Tom was beginning to moan hotly, Blaise rose up off his cock.
"No!" Tom gasped, hips thrusting up in an attempt to keep Blaise from pulling away. "You'll regret this," he growled, tugging again on the bindings. "When I get my hands on you..."
"Ooh, very scary," Blaise teased, smiling down at him. Then he shifted his weight, moving to kneel between Tom's legs, pushing them further apart. Then he rubbed his hands over his own body, fingers pausing to pinch and tease his nipples. "You really like this look on me, don't you -- black straps on pale skin -- it turns you on," he purred, "Especially the ones wrapping around my cock." He dropped one hand down to stroke his bound cock, groaned at the feel of his hand on it, at the way the bindings trapped his skin. "Hot hot skin and black leather -- you want this in you, don't you? Imagine how it'll feel in you, rubbing over all those sensitive places..." He groaned softly as he saw the hunger and need flash in Tom's eyes before he could hide it, saw those green eyes going so dark with arousal.
Then he grinned wickedly and lay on top of Tom, hardness rubbing against hardness, and purred in his ear, "That's your deepest, darkest secret, my Lord -- you want to get fucked by your servant. You want to be split open by my big hard cock, ramming your tight hole. You want me to fill your hungry arse with my come, you want to be my slut, my whore!"
Tom tried to struggle, tried to feign outrage, but Blaise's words set his blood on fire, need thundering through his body. He arched and writhed, panting hotly, and although he intended to protest, the need in his voice shocked him when he moaned, "Oh gods, please -- take me, use me, make me scream!" He bent his knees and planted his feet on the bed, groaning as his cock rubbed against Blaise's, the sensations driving him wild with need. "Please fuck me, use me, oh gods so empty need you to fill me, please!"
Blaise smiled wickedly, maintaining just enough control to not show how desperately horny Tom's reaction was making him, and purred, "My beautiful, sexy Dark Lord -- such a slave to your pleasures and your needs. I'll give you what you want, my beautiful slut." He got to his knees between Tom's legs, grinning as his lover whimpered and tried to grab at him, only to be reminded suddenly that he was bound to the bed. He licked his lips hungrily, watching Tom's bobbing cock and twitching hole, then purred, "You don't even want my fingers to prepare you, do you my pretty fuck -- you just want me to ram my cock into your tight hole, split you open; and you wouldn't have any trouble taking it in, would you?" And as Tom whimpered and squirmed he hissed, "Oh fuck that's hot..."
Tom moaned, eyes darting between Blaise's heated gaze and his hard, bound cock. Then he squirmed again and spread his legs wider, displaying himself wantonly, his body begging for Blaise to use him. "Please please please please..." he whispered, the only word he could remember at the moment that wasn't a hiss of Parseltongue.
Blaise cast the lubrication charm, knowing that with the bindings on his cock they would need at least something to help, despite how ready Tom might think he was. Then he smiled wickedly and rubbed his cock over Tom's hole, teasing his lover until Tom made a strangled sound of need. "Oh yes..." he whispered, and pressed in, groaning in pleasure as he sank deep into his lover's body.
Tom groaned loudly and surged up into Blaise's thrust, wrapped a leg around his hips to pull him in deeper and groaned again as the shift in position sent shivers of pleasure through him. His cock was trapped between their bodies, and the criss-crossed bindings on Blaise's cock sent the most exquisite sensations through him with every move. "Yessss!" he hissed, arching again and pulling on his bindings.
And then Blaise began to move, pulling out until just the head of his cock was in his lover, then slamming back in, groaning loudly at the sensation of Tom's heat yielding so readily to him, muscles clenching and relaxing as his lover let out some of the lustiest cries he'd heard come from him. He leaned in to kiss Tom, tongue thrusting deep in a lewd mirror of their fucking, was rewarded with a twitch of his lover's trapped cock and a deep, hungry groan. He pulled back enough to nibble on Tom's lower lip, nipping sharply and feeling his lover's cock twitch again. "Oh my pretty, pretty fuck," he whispered, meeting Tom's lust-hazy eyes. "Such a beautiful slut, so eager for me to use you. Scream for me, my beautiful, helpless Dark Lord..."
Tom shifted again, wrapping both legs around his lover's waist, moaning loudly as the change of position made Blaise's cock rub over his prostate with every move. "Oh gods yes -- fuck me hard, please! Make me scream, make me your slave, oh fuck YES!" Tom hissed, not caring that he was being utterly wanton and desperate. It felt so good and he just wanted more.
"Oh, my beautiful whore," Blaise purred, caressing him with heavy-handed strokes, groan-growling as Tom surged up into him, so overwhelmed by his hunger. He slid one hand to pinch and tease a nipple, smiling as his lover cried out and shivered in pleasure, his cock twitching and leaking more precum between them, bodies sliding against each other slick and hot. Tom's reactions drove his lust higher and higher, until he was ramming into his lover almost brutally, the sensations on his bound cock driving him wild. He leaned in for another kiss, wet and sloppy, Tom surging up into him so hungrily he whimpered in reaction. Then he broke the kiss, licked and nibbled his way down Tom's neck to his shoulder, and bit. Hard.
Tom screamed in reaction, his body jerking as heat and pleasure blazed through him. His muscles clenched on Blaise's cock and he yelled again, arching and coming hard, his cock pulsing thick, hot liquid between them. Blaise let out a yell of his own, thrust deep one more time and screamed his pleasure as he came, Tom's clenching muscles making him helpless to do anything more than grind into his lover until they both lay panting and spent.
Blaise managed to retain enough sense to magic away the bindings on Tom's arms, then fell atop his lover, laughing softly. "Oh fuck, Tom, you're amazing," he breathed, looking up to see Tom smiling at him.
"You're the amazing one, Love -- the things you let me do to you, the things you do to me..." he whispered in response. Then he laughed and said, "I'm not all that sure I can move..."
"Mmm..." Blaise purred, reluctantly withdrawing from his lover's body. "Me either," he murmured, flopping down on the bed beside Tom and kissing him on the cheek.
Tom grinned and magicked away the bindings wrapping Blaise's body, then shifted to take him in his arms, pulling the covers over them and settling comfortably in the bed. "So, headache all gone, huh?"
Blaise blinked at him in confusion, then slowly grinned. "Best cure ever, my wicked, evil Dark Lord."
"Mmmm," Tom purred, beginning to drift. "You do know I will get my revenge sometime, right?" He kissed Blaise on the forehead, then added, "Later. When we can move again."
Blaise smothered a huge yawn and grinned. "Bring it on, evil one -- I'll be ready for it." And then he snuggled against Tom and in moments they were both dead asleep.
~~end~~
By: Penemuel
Rating: If I were using MPAA ratings, this would be NC-17
Pairing: Tom/Blaise (au)
Warnings: BDSM, roleplay, wandplay, porn with no socially redeeming qualities, smut smut smut! Unbetaed -- sorry!
Disclaimer: They're not mine -- if they were, Tom would have decent motivation and would have normal colour scenes in CoS!
Summary: Porny porn porn!
Notes: Fic exchange with by_starkiller. Title sucks because I am sucky at titles...
Word Count: 5403 per MS Word
Tom's Headache Remedy #15
by Penemuel
Blaise had complained of a headache and headed off to take a nap while Tom read through an old magic tome they had managed to find in the bottom of a stack at Flourish and Blott's. He sat in bed next to Blaise, rubbing his lover's head as he dozed, and smiled when Blaise finally drifted off to real sleep.
He adored his lover, and rarely got a chance to watch him sleep -- often, he was the late riser, and Blaise was definitely an early bird. It was nice to be able to watch his lover sleep, to see the sweet smile curve his lips as he began to dream. And Tom slid easily into his mind to make sure it remained a good dream, found himself smiling as he realized that he wasn't going to get any more reading done now. He didn't mind one bit, glad to share this peaceful moment with the one person who meant everything to him.
And as he sat, rubbing Blaise's head and carding his fingers through his hair, he decided they deserved some fun tonight. He smiled, and began to plot...
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When Blaise woke, he found someone standing beside the bed and looking down at him, clad in a dark hooded robe that hid his face. For an instant he panicked, and then he felt the thread of reassurance through their bond and knew that it was Tom.
Tom looked down at his lover, seeing the moment of panic and then the instant when he relaxed again. That was his cue. "So, Mr. Zabini," he purred, "you do realize that fighting against me is futile, do you not? After all, I am the Dark Lord, and have powers beyond your imagination..."
Blaise's eyes went wide, and then he allowed a smile for just an instant before he responded, "You'll never have me, Evil One!"
"Oh? Is that a fact?" Tom purred, smiling darkly. Then he spread his arms wide and said, "Then by all means, go ahead, flee..."
Blaise took his cue and leapt from the bed, and Tom watched appreciatively as that lithely muscled form darted across the room, heading for the door. Then he flicked his wrist, and all of a sudden he was brandishing his wand. Another flick, and Blaise was frozen in mid-step, his hand reaching out for the doorknob. "Tsk tsk, Mr. Zabini. Not quite fast enough," he purred, motioning with his wand and levitating Blaise back to the bed.
"No!" Blaise gasped, struggling against the spell. And then another flick of Tom's wand and he fell back to the bed, free to move for just a moment. He tried to run again, all the while trying to hide his grin, but Tom stepped closer to the bed and touched the tip of his wand to his chest and smiled.
"You know what I can do to you, Mr. Zabini -- would you like to make another attempt?" he purred, looking down at Blaise with hunger in his green eyes.
"You'll never have me!" Blaise hissed defiantly, and Tom smiled.
"Not only will I have you, Beautiful; when I'm done with you, you'll never be satisfied with anyone else..." He pressed the tip of his wand harder against Blaise's skin and allowed a small spark of magic to slither through it, a tiny shower of green sparks trailing over his skin like mist. Blaise gasped and looked up at him, blue eyes wide in feigned shock, and Tom licked his lips hungrily. "Lie down, Beautiful -- there's a lot more where that came from..."
"No! You can't--" Blaise gasped, trying to back away from the wand and moaning softly as Tom followed his movements, maintaining the contact. The magic felt like silk sliding over his skin, making his nerves tingle in reaction. "No -- can't let you--"
Tom quirked an eloquent eyebrow and asked, "'Let'? Exactly what made you think I needed your permission, hmmn?" He began tracing lazy patterns over Blaise's chest, shimmers of magic following the wand's tip, and smiled when he saw goosebumps rise on his lover's skin. "Tell me, Beautiful, does that feel good?"
"Ye-- No! You're not going to seduce me, you foul, dark, evil-- ohhh..."
"Hmmn, I thought so," Tom murmured smugly. Blaise was now lying flat on his back, and Tom smiled as he saw his lover's cock rapidly hardening. "That's quite nice, Beautiful," he purred, beginning to trail his wand down Blaise's body, heading towards his rising cock.
Blaise groaned and arched his back, nearly relaxed and gave himself over to it, spreading his legs and beginning to writhe. Until he realized what he was doing. "No!" His eyes snapped open and he tried to bolt from the bed again.
Tom smiled -- this was what he had been waiting for. One flick of his wand, a little spiralling twist of the tip, and he yelled, "Incarcerous!" Immediately, soft black magical ropes shot from the wand and wrapped themselves around Blaise's forearms and the posts of the bed, binding him in the middle of it with his arms spread wide. Then Tom smiled and looked down at his captive, not missing the twitch of his cock or the precum glistening on the head of it. "Mmm... very nice..."
He was hard under his robes, his cock aching for Blaise's touch, for Blaise's mouth, but that would come soon enough. For now, it was all about making his lover squirm, and enjoying the beautiful show of his helpless body. The black bindings criss-crossed Blaise's forearms, a sharp contrast against his lover's pale skin that sent a shiver of lust through Tom. He looked so good bound...
"Let me go, you fiend!" Blaise snarled, and Tom smiled and shook his head.
"I can't do that, Beautiful. You see, I'm going to make you mine, and it's just so difficult to appreciate your sexy body when I'm having to chase you around the room..." He licked his lips and smiled again, then added, "I think this black-on-pale motif is quite nice -- I do believe we need more..."
Another flick of his wand, this time a silent spell, and Blaise's body was lifted slightly from the bed. Another flick, and more bindings shot out and wrapped around his torso and between his legs, artistically criss-crossing and looping until he was bound in a rope harness. Only when it was finished did Tom lower him back to the surface of the bed. "Ohhh yes, that's very, very nice," he purred, stepping closer and running a hand over Blaise's chest, fingers tracing the bindings and then sliding over heated skin. "Mmmmm, so sexy all bound for me, Beautiful," he purred. "But we need one last touch, I think..."
Blaise shook his head, eyes narrowed in feigned defiance. He struggled against the bindings, stretching and writhing in such a way that his 'attempts to escape' showed off every line and curve of his body and how the bindings accentuated them. "No, you foul dark one! You'll never have me!"
"Oh, but I already do..." And Tom flicked his wand one more time, smaller bindings shooting out and wrapping around his captive's cock and balls. "Ohh yes -- now it's perfect. And look at how hard you are for me, Beautiful. So achingly hard... Do you want me," and he started stroking Blaise with his wand once more, sparks of magic travelling over his skin and making him moan and writhe, "to touch you?"
"Ye... No! Stop that, you fiend!" Blaise growled, his body saying exactly the opposite as his cock twitched and strained towards Tom's wand. And the closer that wand got to his cock, the more he squirmed and tugged on the bindings, until he couldn't hold it in any longer. "Oh gods -- touch me! Please!" he whispered desperately.
"Mmmm... I knew you'd come around, my sweet," Tom purred. "Now, touch you with this," and he stroked a hand teasingly over Blaise's bound cock, "or with this?" And then he ran the tip of his wand along the underside of the straining organ, coming to rest right at his balls, then sent another flare of magic through it.
"Ohhh..." Blaise moaned, arching up as the magic surged through him, pleasure pooling in his groin in response to it. And then Tom smiled wickedly and drew his hand back, watched as Blaise made every attempt to follow him despite the bindings. "No!" Blaise cried, looking up at him with heat and need in his gaze.
"So, Beautiful, which one? The hand -- all warm soft skin and strong grip -- or the wand and everything that goes with it?" Tom purred, stroking long fingers up and down the length of his wand suggestively. "Mmmmm... it must feel so good as it runs over your skin... I wonder how it might feel inside you..."
"Ins--ohhhgods..." Blaise breathed, squirming and writhing in the bed and then spreading his legs wantonly. "But I can't... I can't give in..."
"Oh, Beautiful, you've already given in," Tom purred, stepping closer again and trailing his wand over Blaise's skin again. "You want the wand first, don't you, sweet one? On you and in you with my magic surging through it..."
"Ohfuckyes!" Blaise breathed, not even realizing that he had done so until Tom gave him an evil smile.
"I thought so, Beautiful..." Tom purred, looking down at his captive with hungry, lust-darkened eyes. "Oh yes, I'm going to make you scream for me, Beautiful. I'm going to make you need me so much that no one else will ever satisfy you... I'm going to make you mine."
"Oh gods... no!" Blaise whispered, trying to back away, but then Tom reached out and stroked his wand slowly over Blaise's skin and he shuddered helplessly, arching into the touch. "Oh... oh gods... oh please don't stop... please!"
Tom purred again, then unfastened his robe and let it fall open to display his body, naked under the black fabric. His cock was hard, straining up towards his belly as he looked down at his captive. "You are so sexy," he purred, throwing the robe off and climbing onto the bed with Blaise. "So sexy, and so beautiful, and so mine." Then he leaned in to lick the head of his captive's cock, grinned and backed off the instant he felt Blaise flexing to thrust. "Ah ah, naughty boy..."
"Please," Blaise moaned, shocked by the need in his voice as he squirmed and looked up at Tom.
"Such a naughty boy... I think I'll have to punish you when I'm done possessing you..." Tom mused, settling comfortably between Blaise's spread legs. "So, my sweet one, do you want to be defiled, debauched, made so helpless that you can't even remember your name?" he purred, watching Blaise's eyes go dark with hunger and arousal. "Ohh yes, you do... so hungry, so needy, so desperate to be mine!" And then he began running his wand over Blaise's legs, up one and back down the other, magic sparking along after the tip.
Blaise moaned and squirmed, trying desperately to get Tom's wand in contact with his cock or lower. "Oh please, please please touch me with it -- let me feel it on my cock, on my balls, inside me -- please!" he panted, his legs trembling with arousal and need.
Tom smiled and stroked the very tip of his wand teasingly down Blaise's cock, purred, "You beg so prettily, my naughty one. Is this what you want, Beautiful? To feel my dark magic on your hot, hard cock? To feel it surging through your balls and then sinking deep inside you? Hmmn?" The wand was now trailing teasingly over Blaise's balls, stroking over hot skin and then the bindings, and he smiled at the needy whimper that came from his captive. "Do you want me to fuck you with my magic, my sweet one?"
"Fuck!" Blaise gasped, a slave to his hungers. "Yes, please -- oh gods... please!"
Tom drew himself up and whispered an incantation, continuing to run the tip of his wand over Blaise's cock and balls while he did so. Blaise groaned as heat wrapped around, followed the paths of the magical bindings and encased his erection; he panted hotly, tugging on the bindings that tied him to the bed. "Oh fuck ohfuck ohfuckohfuck!" he gasped, writhing helplessly.
And then Tom laughed softly and whispered a second incantation, slid the tip of his wand down behind Blaise's balls and between his buttocks. He ran it teasingly over his captive's perineum and then down to rub gently around Blaise's hole, licking his lips as the muscles twitched and Blaise's cock jolted in response.
"Ohgodspleasedon'ttortureme!" Blaise hissed, and Tom raised an eyebrow and watched the look on his face as the teasing became more insistent, as he began to rub the tip of the wand over his lover's twitching hole. "OhyespleaseYES!"
"Mmmm... not even inside you, and I own you already," Tom purred. Then he sent a small surge of magic through the wand and Blaise cried out as pleasure sparked along his nerves. "Does it feel like my fingers are in you, opening you for me, stretching you wide? Tell me, Beautiful, what do you feel?"
"Guh!" Blaise blurted, arching back in the bed and trying to remember how to speak so he could obey. "Feels so warm in me, warm and slick..." he managed to answer, his voice somewhere between a moan and a whimper. "Feels like you're stretching me so wide -- oh gods please fill me, please take me oh fuck make me scream!"
"Patience, my sweet," Tom purred. "I want you to experience all of this without rushing..." And then with a whispered lubrication charm, he began to slide the wand into his captive with a gentle but firm stroke, until nearly its entire length was sheathed in him. "Ohhhyes..." he hissed, watching Blaise's muscles clench and relax around the smooth, hard wood. "Do you feel that, Beautiful? Do you feel how deep it is in you?"
"Ah-- ohgahyes!" Blaise panted inarticulately, his mind so lust-fogged at that point he wasn't sure he had answered aloud at all.
"Good," Tom purred, beginning to fuck Blaise with the wand, making sure his fingers rubbed against his twitching hole every time he thrust in. And then he wrapped his other hand around Blaise's bound cock and rubbed his thumb over the head, slicking it with precum. "So good..." And once he had a good rhythm going, he smiled wickedly and whispered something in Parseltongue. Immediately, magic surged through the wand, flowing into Blaise, deep into his center. Pleasure began to throb deep, deep inside, uncontrollable, inexorable pulsing waves of it as if the magic were thrumming through and against his prostate. Every stroke, every thrust, and Blaise was helpless in the face of it, arching and thrusting and moaning, hips rising off the bed.
"OhfuckohgahhhYESfuckYES!" Blaise screamed, coming hard, splashing his stomach and Tom's hand with thick fluid. The magic surged through him, making it seem like his orgasm went on and on, and by the time he fell back to the bed, limp and panting, Tom was trembling with lust himself. "Holy fuck," Blaise breathed, looking up at him with amazement. "That was..."
"It was rather, wasn't it?" Tom asked, looking down at him with heat in his gaze. "You're mine, you know. All mine -- you still want more, don't you, Beautiful." He was still moving the wand inside his captive, gently fucking him with it as Blaise lay there helpless. "Of course, we shouldn't let this go to waste," he murmured, bringing his other hand to his mouth and licking it clean. "Mmmm..." He smiled and scooped up some of the come from Blaise's stomach on two fingers and leaned forward to rub it on Blaise's lips. "Lick them clean, Sexy -- taste yourself." He moaned softly as Blaise's tongue flicked out and licked, twining lewdly around and between his fingers, as his lover looked up at him with a wicked grin and he could tell exactly what he was thinking. "Mmmm... naughty boy -- I think I may have to fuck that pretty mouth of yours, too..."
Blaise let go of his fingers with a wet pop and looked up at him with a feigned expression of fear, shook his head and whispered, "No!"
Tom smiled and gently stroked his cheek, still slowly fucking him with the wand as he leaned in and whispered, "I'm a kind Dark Lord, my sweet -- I won't hurt you at all..." Then he glanced down at his other hand, the one that moved his wand in and out of his captive's hungry arse, and flicked his fingers, casting a quick charm. He let go of the wand, and it continued to move in and out with the same slow, deep thrusts. "There..."
He kissed Blaise quickly and then climbed up the bed on his hands and knees until he was kneeling over Blaise's chest, his cock bobbing right in front of his captive's face. He could see the pleasure in those dark, dark eyes, knew that his wand was rubbing right over Blaise's prostate with every deep stroke, keeping him hot and close to the edge. "And now it's time for you to put that beautiful mouth and sinful tongue to use, my sweet Pet. Lick and suck me, show me how you please your lord and master..."
He watched as that pink tongue darted out, could tell Blaise's mouth was watering, but his captive didn't do anything more than tease him by licking his lips. "Disobedient boy," he purred threateningly, nudging his cock against Blaise's lips, smearing precum across them. Again, that tongue darted out, this time licking the slick fluid from his lips, and then flicking over the head of his cock. Tom groaned and thrust forward again; Blaise laved the head of his cock with a warm, wet stroke, let out a whimpering moan, and then sucked his cock in almost desperately.
Tom groaned, gripping the headboard and arching as that talented mouth licked and sucked, the tip of Blaise's tongue digging into the slit and eagerly lapping up precum as he moaned around his mouthful. "Oh, that's good, my sweet one. Put that beautiful mouth of yours to good use, yes..." he murmured, beginning to thrust. Blaise opened his mouth and took in more of his cock, moaning again and licking eagerly. Tom could barely think, it felt so good, and before he realized it, Blaise had relaxed his muscles, locked his jaw, and deep throated him. "Ohfuckyes..." he hissed, thrusting into that warm wetness, so close to the edge already because of Blaise's earlier responses. He couldn't help himself, let go of the headboard with one hand and stroked Blaise's dark hair, then tangled his fingers in it and held him still while he thrust harder, all hunger and need and want.
Then he looked down at his captive's face and saw the ecstacy in his dark eyes, grunted once and thrust deep one last time, yelling loudly as he came down Blaise's throat. "OhgodsYES!" He arched, his hips bucking forward until the spasms stopped, his thighs trembling as he allowed Blaise to pull back and lick him clean, knowing all the while that his naughty captive was using that sinful mouth of his to coax him back to hardness despite the orgasm that had left him seeing stars.
"Oh, so good, so good," he breathed, finally pulling back from Blaise's mouth and moving back down the bed to sit on his captive's hips, pinning his bound and bobbing cock with his body. "Your mouth was made for fucking, Beautiful," he purred, lazily stroking along the bindings on Blaise's torso. "Your mouth, your arse, your whole beautiful body..."
Then he wriggled slightly where he sat, watching as Blaise's eyes fell closed for a moment, a look of pure pleasure on his face. "Mmmmmyes..." he purred, "Made for fucking, and that's exactly what I'm going to do now." He slid his hands up, fingers teasing and rubbing Blaise's nipples to hardness, pinching them and watching the ripples of reaction through his captive's body. "I've already fucked you with my magic, prepared you for me. Once I take you with this," he paused, gripping his cock and stroking it to full hardness once more,"I will own you. Body, mind, and soul, you will be mine, Beautiful..."
Once again, Blaise feigned fear, looking up at him with wide eyes and shaking his head. "No! You can't bind me! That's forbidden dark magic!" he gasped, trying to get away and of course failing because not only was he bound, but Tom was still sitting on him.
"Oh, but you're already mine, Beautiful. This will just seal it -- you don't want to feel forever unsatisfied, do you?" he purred, getting to his hands and knees again and climbing back between Blaise's legs. For a long moment, he watched his wand fucking his captive, his hunger rising as the dark wood slid in and out, as Blaise's arse clenched and relaxed. Then he let out a soft growl and ended the charm, but left the wand inside his lover. He didn't even bother with a lubrication charm, knowing Blaise would be more than ready for him as he positioned his cock at that twitching hole. He gripped his wand with one hand, holding it steady, and pressed into Blaise's tight heat, hissing at the feel of those muscles squeezing him while the unyielding hardness of his wand pressed along his cock. "Ohhh..." he breathed as he felt the shiver of magic through his own body, settling deep in his balls. He could see Blaise's eyes, wide with amazement as he felt it, too, and then all conscious thought faded as he began to move, thrusting balls-deep inside his captive's heat.
"Ohfuck yes yes yes!" Blaise moaned, tugging on his bindings and wrapping his legs around Tom's hips, surging up into every deep thrust. "Harder oh gods I'm yours oh fuck yes rule me Master!" he cried, pleasure exploding behind his eyes with every move, every thrust. And Tom felt the moment of surrender hit him like a wave, lust and arousal surging through him as that tight heat clenched on him and his wand. There was no more finesse, no more control -- he plowed into his captive like a rutting animal, pleasure rising with every thrust until they were both screaming and coming and the pulsing magic exploded through them both.
"OhfuckgodsfuckYES!" one of them screamed, although neither one could remember who it was; then they fell back limp to the bed, panting and sweating and slowly trying to remember how to move.
Tom carefully slid his wand out of Blaise, leaving his cock sheathed in that deliciously tight heat; cast a cleaning charm on the wand, then flicked it at the bindings tying Blaise to the bed. He didn't remove any more than that, yet, liking the look of it too much to undo it. Then he looked down into blue eyes filled with amazement, and smiled. "That was fucking incredible," he breathed, leaning in for a kiss.
"Thought you were going to punish my naughty arse," Blaise teased, wrapping strong arms around him and rolling them so that he was sitting on Tom, still impaled on his cock. Tom gasped in surprise, then stretched out his arms. "Uh oh -- I seem to have captured the Dark Lord," Blaise purred, leaning in to whisper, "and bound to you or not, Master, it's time for the servant to have some fun..."
"Insolent brat!" Tom breathed, struggling under him and gasping as the movement made arousal shiver through him again. Blaise was clenching his muscles tightly, squeezing his cock on purpose, and he couldn't help moaning as he grew hard again. "Release me!"
"Release you? No, I don't think so," Blaise purred. He flicked his fingers at the black bindings, still tied to the posts of the bed, and grinned as they wrapped around Tom's arms before he could stop them. "I may be bound to you, my Dark Lord, but I am not a slave to your will -- you like my wildness too much for that." He laughed at the outraged look Tom gave him; rode his cock for a few minutes, watched as he went from struggling beneath him to arching and writhing in pleasure. And just as Tom was beginning to moan hotly, Blaise rose up off his cock.
"No!" Tom gasped, hips thrusting up in an attempt to keep Blaise from pulling away. "You'll regret this," he growled, tugging again on the bindings. "When I get my hands on you..."
"Ooh, very scary," Blaise teased, smiling down at him. Then he shifted his weight, moving to kneel between Tom's legs, pushing them further apart. Then he rubbed his hands over his own body, fingers pausing to pinch and tease his nipples. "You really like this look on me, don't you -- black straps on pale skin -- it turns you on," he purred, "Especially the ones wrapping around my cock." He dropped one hand down to stroke his bound cock, groaned at the feel of his hand on it, at the way the bindings trapped his skin. "Hot hot skin and black leather -- you want this in you, don't you? Imagine how it'll feel in you, rubbing over all those sensitive places..." He groaned softly as he saw the hunger and need flash in Tom's eyes before he could hide it, saw those green eyes going so dark with arousal.
Then he grinned wickedly and lay on top of Tom, hardness rubbing against hardness, and purred in his ear, "That's your deepest, darkest secret, my Lord -- you want to get fucked by your servant. You want to be split open by my big hard cock, ramming your tight hole. You want me to fill your hungry arse with my come, you want to be my slut, my whore!"
Tom tried to struggle, tried to feign outrage, but Blaise's words set his blood on fire, need thundering through his body. He arched and writhed, panting hotly, and although he intended to protest, the need in his voice shocked him when he moaned, "Oh gods, please -- take me, use me, make me scream!" He bent his knees and planted his feet on the bed, groaning as his cock rubbed against Blaise's, the sensations driving him wild with need. "Please fuck me, use me, oh gods so empty need you to fill me, please!"
Blaise smiled wickedly, maintaining just enough control to not show how desperately horny Tom's reaction was making him, and purred, "My beautiful, sexy Dark Lord -- such a slave to your pleasures and your needs. I'll give you what you want, my beautiful slut." He got to his knees between Tom's legs, grinning as his lover whimpered and tried to grab at him, only to be reminded suddenly that he was bound to the bed. He licked his lips hungrily, watching Tom's bobbing cock and twitching hole, then purred, "You don't even want my fingers to prepare you, do you my pretty fuck -- you just want me to ram my cock into your tight hole, split you open; and you wouldn't have any trouble taking it in, would you?" And as Tom whimpered and squirmed he hissed, "Oh fuck that's hot..."
Tom moaned, eyes darting between Blaise's heated gaze and his hard, bound cock. Then he squirmed again and spread his legs wider, displaying himself wantonly, his body begging for Blaise to use him. "Please please please please..." he whispered, the only word he could remember at the moment that wasn't a hiss of Parseltongue.
Blaise cast the lubrication charm, knowing that with the bindings on his cock they would need at least something to help, despite how ready Tom might think he was. Then he smiled wickedly and rubbed his cock over Tom's hole, teasing his lover until Tom made a strangled sound of need. "Oh yes..." he whispered, and pressed in, groaning in pleasure as he sank deep into his lover's body.
Tom groaned loudly and surged up into Blaise's thrust, wrapped a leg around his hips to pull him in deeper and groaned again as the shift in position sent shivers of pleasure through him. His cock was trapped between their bodies, and the criss-crossed bindings on Blaise's cock sent the most exquisite sensations through him with every move. "Yessss!" he hissed, arching again and pulling on his bindings.
And then Blaise began to move, pulling out until just the head of his cock was in his lover, then slamming back in, groaning loudly at the sensation of Tom's heat yielding so readily to him, muscles clenching and relaxing as his lover let out some of the lustiest cries he'd heard come from him. He leaned in to kiss Tom, tongue thrusting deep in a lewd mirror of their fucking, was rewarded with a twitch of his lover's trapped cock and a deep, hungry groan. He pulled back enough to nibble on Tom's lower lip, nipping sharply and feeling his lover's cock twitch again. "Oh my pretty, pretty fuck," he whispered, meeting Tom's lust-hazy eyes. "Such a beautiful slut, so eager for me to use you. Scream for me, my beautiful, helpless Dark Lord..."
Tom shifted again, wrapping both legs around his lover's waist, moaning loudly as the change of position made Blaise's cock rub over his prostate with every move. "Oh gods yes -- fuck me hard, please! Make me scream, make me your slave, oh fuck YES!" Tom hissed, not caring that he was being utterly wanton and desperate. It felt so good and he just wanted more.
"Oh, my beautiful whore," Blaise purred, caressing him with heavy-handed strokes, groan-growling as Tom surged up into him, so overwhelmed by his hunger. He slid one hand to pinch and tease a nipple, smiling as his lover cried out and shivered in pleasure, his cock twitching and leaking more precum between them, bodies sliding against each other slick and hot. Tom's reactions drove his lust higher and higher, until he was ramming into his lover almost brutally, the sensations on his bound cock driving him wild. He leaned in for another kiss, wet and sloppy, Tom surging up into him so hungrily he whimpered in reaction. Then he broke the kiss, licked and nibbled his way down Tom's neck to his shoulder, and bit. Hard.
Tom screamed in reaction, his body jerking as heat and pleasure blazed through him. His muscles clenched on Blaise's cock and he yelled again, arching and coming hard, his cock pulsing thick, hot liquid between them. Blaise let out a yell of his own, thrust deep one more time and screamed his pleasure as he came, Tom's clenching muscles making him helpless to do anything more than grind into his lover until they both lay panting and spent.
Blaise managed to retain enough sense to magic away the bindings on Tom's arms, then fell atop his lover, laughing softly. "Oh fuck, Tom, you're amazing," he breathed, looking up to see Tom smiling at him.
"You're the amazing one, Love -- the things you let me do to you, the things you do to me..." he whispered in response. Then he laughed and said, "I'm not all that sure I can move..."
"Mmm..." Blaise purred, reluctantly withdrawing from his lover's body. "Me either," he murmured, flopping down on the bed beside Tom and kissing him on the cheek.
Tom grinned and magicked away the bindings wrapping Blaise's body, then shifted to take him in his arms, pulling the covers over them and settling comfortably in the bed. "So, headache all gone, huh?"
Blaise blinked at him in confusion, then slowly grinned. "Best cure ever, my wicked, evil Dark Lord."
"Mmmm," Tom purred, beginning to drift. "You do know I will get my revenge sometime, right?" He kissed Blaise on the forehead, then added, "Later. When we can move again."
Blaise smothered a huge yawn and grinned. "Bring it on, evil one -- I'll be ready for it." And then he snuggled against Tom and in moments they were both dead asleep.
~~end~~