Fest Fic: At Your Mercy (Harry/Lucius)
Title: At Your Mercy
Author/Artist: wintervixen86
Prompt: 11. I want to put myself absolutely at your mercy for good or evil without any condition, without any limit to your power. -- Leopold von Sacher-Masoch
Prompt submitted by: singlemomsummer
Pairing(s): Harry Potter / Lucius Malfoy
Word Count: 3,231
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: Written for the harry-submits 2012 fest. Thanks to d_andru, echo_of_dusk, and lksnarry1 for beta reading.
Summary: Was he seriously willingly entering the Malfoy Manor with Lucius himself? It was frightening. It was exciting. It was everything that the deep, dark, submissive side of Harry wanted. There was no use denying that.\
***
Harry looked at Thorfinn Rowle.
The man was smiling.
Strike that.
Smirking.
Thorfinn liked to toss out these little one-liners that he thought were both cool and sexy. But they weren’t. Actually, they made Harry want to puke. He stared at the uneven row of teeth, his gaze moving up to the sheen of sweat glistening on the former Death Eater’s forehead. From time to time, it took almost everything Harry had to get hard for a scene-get hard and stay hard. Clearly, this was going to be one of those times. Harry loved being a sub, but his heart was rarely invested in a scene. Usually, at least one or both of his heads were. But tonight with Thorfinn?
No part of him was up to the task.
“Well?” Thorfinn taunted. “Are you coming with me?”
Strike one, right there. A Dom should never ask.
“He’s busy.”
Harry’s cock stirred as a cool puff of breath brushed his ear. Turning towards the low voice, his eyebrows shot skyward.
Lucius Malfoy was standing beside him.
As a seasoned member of several BDSM clubs, Harry’s sixth sense was well honed. He always made a point of knowing exactly who was around him. He’d only been caught off guard once-and he still had the scar to prove it. The fact that Lucius had materialized out of nowhere and waltzed right up to Harry without attracting his attention was unnerving. Even more unnerving though, was Lucius himself.
He was-what was the word?
Oh yeah. Perfect.
The flawless skin of his chiseled, handsome face practically glimmered under the club lights, its extraordinary pale colour making his silver-blond hair look dark in comparison. His eyes were the lightest shade of grey imaginable and when his eyes locked on Harry’s, the whole world grew so still that Harry could feel his own heartbeat pounding in his ears...
And his cock.
No worries about getting it up for Thorfinn now.
Thorfinn stretched further across his chair and squinted at Lucius, his gaping mouth giving him a buck-toothed look.
“Lucius, what a surprise. I haven’t seen you in the scene for a while.”
“I’ve been busy.” Lucius’s eyes turned to Harry. “Potter can’t talk right now.”
“What are you? His fucking secretary?”
“You’re half right.”
Harry was still staring at Lucius. Not that he had a choice. Truth be told, he couldn’t tear his eyes away. His seal-grey Armani suit rode the sensuous border between a tight and relaxed fit - it allowed just enough room for the fabric to move easily and fell close enough to hug his shoulders and cling ever so slightly to his thighs. Harry could just imagine the way the ivory silk shirt would lightly graze his skin.
Harry swallowed, hard. He couldn’t remember Lucius ever oozing this much presence. He had heard many things about Lucius in the BDSM scene. He was reportedly a very good Dom, but Harry had never seen the evidence until now. Standing right beside him, Lucius’s body screamed ‘Dom’ to such an extent that Harry was ready to fall to his knees right there. He wanted to meet Lucius’s eyes, but his body had already accepted his dominance and stubbornly refused to obey.
“Half right?” Thorfinn repeated. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I’m his Dom,” Lucius answered simply.
Harry bit his lip. The overwhelming power behind those three words almost sent Harry over the edge. Realising the effect his words had, Lucius laid a hand firmly on Harry’s shoulder and squeezed. “Follow me.”
Harry fell into step behind Lucius, ignoring Thorfinn’s indignant cries of “Hey!” and “What the hell?” as they walked away.
“Friend of yours?” Lucius asked when they were out of earshot.
“Not even close.” Harry paused before adding a soft, “Sir.”
Lucius heard it. He looked over his shoulder and traced his eyes over Harry’s face before changing direction and heading towards the door.
They walked in silence, backtracking over Harry’s earlier route along the side street and turning onto the avenue. A few blocks before they hit the main thoroughfare, Lucius stopped at a little black Italian job parked along the curb and unlocked the doors with his remote.
He nodded to the passenger side. “Get in.”
Harry admired how easily Lucius slid into the driver’s seat. He himself had difficulty getting into his seat, first hitting his head as he climbed in, and then struggling to cram his legs into the passenger side of the low, compact sports car. Lucius didn’t seem to notice. Sliding his key into the ignition, he fired up the engine that broke into a purr before flicking on the headlights and reaching for the gearshift.
Harry shifted uncomfortably, prickles of apprehension dancing down his spine. Things were moving a little too fast with too little information exchanged-namely the what and the where-but he said nothing, keeping his eyes trained out the window, watching with detached interest as Lucius drove them out of London and into the countryside. Harry didn’t know how long they drove, but it felt like an age before they pulled into the long driveway of a very familiar manor.
They stopped outside the brass gates. Lucius stopped the car and turned to look at Harry. “Inside these gates, you are mine until I return you to the club in the morning. I am not in the habit of creating an intense evening with an unfamiliar sub; as a result, this will be a trial of sorts. If you have a good time and I have a good time, then we will see what we can do about future meetings. If you’re having second thoughts, then I suggest you get out and Apparate while you still have the chance.”
Harry swallowed thickly and said nothing.
Lucius nodded, shifting back into gear. “Good.” He eased the car through the gates and up the length of the circular driveway, stopping the car beside the front steps. “Get out.”
Harry did as he was told, taking some deep calming breaths as he rounded the car. His mind was already deep in submission, but it continued to sink even further as he followed Lucius up the front steps and through the heavy wooden doors.
The small section of his brain that was still thinking clearly, wondered what in the world he was doing? Was he seriously willingly entering the Malfoy Manor with Lucius himself? It had been a long time since the end of the war, and many things had changed and evolved, but to be willingly stepping into the home of a sworn enemy...
It was frightening.
It was exciting.
It was everything the deep, dark, submissive side of Harry wanted. There was no use denying that.
Harry followed Lucius through the darkened manor, down some stairs, and into a room that Lucius clearly used for scenes. It was dark, but elegant. Harry swept his eyes over a leather sofa and king-sized bed, before flicking to the chains, shackles, spanking benches, and a long wall of whips and paddles - Harry had seen a lot of beautiful dungeons in his life, but this was something else. The knowledge that Lucius wouldn’t be using most of the things in this room tonight was more than a little disappointing.
Lucius pointed to the floor in front of his feet. “Here,” he ordered. “Naked.”
Harry hurried over, and needing to impress, pulled his t-shirt from the waistband of his jeans. The shirt landed on one of the benches. The zipper of his jeans slid down and then the denim thudded to the ground. Lucius watched with narrowed eyes as Harry removed his shoes and kicked the jeans aside. By the time Harry was naked his cock was hard and curving up toward his stomach.
“Stroke it for me,” Lucius said.
With a low groan, Harry grasped his cock and began to masturbate. Pre-cum leaked from the thick head and Lucius reached out, swiping his thumb over the slit. Harry moaned and thrust his hips towards Lucius.
“Kneel.”
Harry fell to his knees. The smooth stones were strangely warm and in the back of his mind Harry realised they were probably enchanted for the comfort of Lucius’s subs. That knowledge comforted him a little. He had always heard good things about Lucius’s treatment of subs, but it was reassuring to know that he was in good hands.
“What are your safe words?” Lucius asked while unzipping his slacks. Harry’s mouth opened involuntarily at the thought of Lucius filling his throat completely, and he licked his lips. Lucius watched the simple movement with half-lidded steel grey eyes, and Harry’s mouth watered.
“Potter,” Lucius prompted. “Answer me.”
Harry swallowed and searched his foggy memory for an answer. “Red to stop, and yellow to take a break.”
“Good.” Lucius lifted his cock out of the way and pushed his balls into Harry’s face.
Harry immediately began lapping at the smooth skin. He groaned in satisfaction when Lucius let go of his cock, the thick weight resting against his cheek as he sucked the sac into his mouth. Lucius’s hands threaded through Harry’s hair to pull him more firmly against his balls, the other dragging over his neck.
“Do you want it, boy?” Harry glanced up through his lashes. “If you want my cock, say so.”
“I want it. I want to taste every inch of your cock. Please, fuck my mouth, Sir.”
The hungry smile curving Lucius’s mouth sent a shiver of anticipation down Harry’s spine. “Hate to disappoint the Golden Boy.” Grasping the sides of Harry’s head, he held him utterly still as he pulled back far enough for his cock to slap across Harry’s lips. “Open.”
Harry didn’t need to be told twice. His mouth watered as the scent filled his nostrils, and then the silken head was sliding along his waiting tongue. Immediately, he closed his lips around the shaft, ready to start licking it, but Lucius wasn’t waiting. He continued pushing forward until the head nudged the back of Harry’s throat, then continuing until his entire length was buried in it.
Lucius shuddered and started to thrust. He wasn’t allowing Harry to move at all. Harry relaxed his muscles as Lucius continued to fill his throat with powerful thrusts. He watched Lucius’s face, captivated by the naked pleasure on his features.
Shudders became grunts. Grunts became growls. And with each thrust, Lucius’s grip tightened a fraction more. The strokes grew more forceful, increasingly erratic, but it wasn’t until Harry let his teeth start scraping down the shaft that Lucius finally pulled him hard against his groin, burying his nose in the soft thatch of hair as he blasted shot after shot down Harry’s throat.
He gasped for air when Lucius finally relaxed enough to ease him off, but still, Lucius kept the heavy weight of his cock mostly in Harry’s mouth.
“Make sure I’m good and clean before I pull out. I don’t want to see a drop of come on my cock.”
Harry nodded, swirling his tongue around Lucius’s cock as he moved his mouth to the base. He dragged his lips back to the head, making sure his tongue reached every single bit of skin before sinking forward again. Lucius may not have wanted a single bit of come left on him, but Harry wouldn’t dream of it anyway. Once he reached Lucius’s head again, he swiped the flat of his tongue across the tip over and over, licking him until his skin no longer tasted salty.
“That’s enough.”
The abrupt release of his head made Harry jerk forward. There wasn’t time to right himself before Lucius bent down and grabbed Harry’s shoulders, pulling him to his feet.
Lucius walked across the room towards the bed. “Get over here.”
Harry took a few steps to close the gap between them. When Lucius cupped Harry’s face, he thought he was in for a nice kiss. Instead, Lucius pushed Harry so he fell back on the bed with a bounce. Lucius removed a tube of lube from the dresser, uncapped it, and squeezed a blob onto his fingertips.
Harry’s chest began to rise and fall rapidly. Lucius reached for Harry and pushed his legs apart with one hand. The raw quality in this act was beginning to make Harry sweat. He loved it. Fucking loved it.
Staring into Lucius’s eyes as he moved closer, like a venomous snake about to strike, Harry felt Lucius’s fingertips touch his rim. Harry’s cock wagged in response and then pointed towards his new Master. As Lucius’s fingers entered Harry, he bit back a whimper of desire. They locked gazes.
“Do you like that?” Lucius asked as he worked Harry’s arse.
“Merlin, yes.” Harry braced himself on his hands and inched his hips lower, giving Lucius better access. He instantly took advantage of it and drove deeper.
Harry broke the staring match and looked between his legs. While his cock began leaking pre-cum, Harry felt like Lucius was working on getting his whole hand inside him.
The boiling friction over his prostate was drawing him close to the edge. Almost as if sensing it, Lucius removed his hand.
“You want more?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Spread your legs.”
Harry obeyed. Lucius opened a drawer and removed a large black dildo. He used different lubrication and coated it.
Harry felt his cock and arse throb.
Lucius knelt beside Harry, locking one of Harry’s knees back with the crook of his arm. Harry was going crazy, dying to be penetrated, wondering if Lucius would perform the biggest of Harry’s erotic fantasies. For a very long time Harry had wanted to be at the mercy of a true Dom, one who knew exactly what he wanted and needed and wouldn’t accept anything less. It seemed he was now.
The dildo was directed to Harry’s arse. He tried to hold his breath but it was impossible to do as he gasped for air from his excitement.
Again, eye to eye like the mortal enemies they were, Lucius entered Harry’s body with the jet black phallus. Harry groaned and grabbed the bedding under him in clenched fists.
“You like that, Potter?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Relaxing, Harry raised his arms over his head and crossed his wrists, imagining he was bound. Lucius immediately took notice. He stopped short, leaving the dildo where it was and removed a pair of cuffs from the dresser. He looped them around Harry’s wrists, shackling him to the bedpost.
“Lovely,” Lucius smirked, sitting back and gripping both of Harry ankles. He raised them to meet his wrists and hogtied him with a belt.
Harry began panting in his excitement. “Fuck me, please Sir.”
“I am fucking you.” Lucius returned to the dildo.
Harry looked at his bound limbs and a surge of pleasure washed over him. The dildo rode over his prostate making his groin burn and tingle.
“Oh yeah,” Lucius chuckled, “you’re riding the edge.”
Harry rocked back and forth to the rhythm of the dildo. He interlaced his fingers and started to go into orgasm. While the waves of pleasure began, he met Lucius’s steely gaze.
“Come for me, you cock-sucker.”
“Agh! Fuck!” Harry bucked as the pleasure ripped through his cock and arse.
Lucius removed the dildo and knelt on the bed.
Harry gasped for air, dripping with sweat. He hadn’t even processed his orgasm before his hands and ankles were released and he was yanked around roughly onto his hands and knees. Excitement burned through his veins and Harry took a ragged breath as Lucius positioned his cock at his entrance.
Lucius leaned over him, lips by his ear. “Beg.”
Quivering with anticipation and need, Harry could barely get the words out. His throat was dry and his voice rasped. “Please, Sir. Please, fuck me.”
Lucius’ fingers gripped Harry’s hips and he jerked Harry back roughly, thrusting into him at the same time. Harry let out a cry of approval as he struggled to gain purchase on the slick sheets.
“You going to last, Potter?” Lucius slapped Harry’s arse with the palm of his hand. “Jerk yourself for me.”
Harry fisted himself, yanking fast and hard, not even bothering to keep in time with Lucius’s thrusts. Lucius’s palm cracked down on Harry’s arse cheeks over and over and Harry squeezed his eyes shut whimpering when Lucius’s hand suddenly stopped.
“Do you like that, Potter?” Lucius purred. “Do you like being spanked?”
“Yes, sir.” Harry groaned and panted hard, arching his back. The move shredded all of Lucius’s self-control, and he started to pump into Harry in a fast, almost frenzied pace. Harry let out a cry of approval and struggled to gain purchase on the sheets.
Harry could feel Lucius coming inside him, and he threw his head back and yelled as his balls seized up and his cum shot out of him.
Lucius was grinding against him and it went on long after Harry stopped coming. Finally Harry dropped his hand, too sensitive to touch himself anymore. Lucius was panting hard behind him, head resting on Harry’s shoulder. With the feel of Lucius still inside him, Harry was hit by a wave of warmth he’d never felt before with a Dom, and he hung on to the feeling, refusing to let it go.
Harry dropped down onto his elbows, his arms giving out, and pressed his forehead into the mattress as his heart raced in his chest.
Strong fingers dug into his hips and Harry bit his lip as Lucius slid out of him.
“Don’t move,” Lucius ordered, getting off the bed.
Harry closed his eyes and did what he was told. He was pretty sure that he wouldn’t be able to move anyway. After a few minutes, Lucius returned with a warm washcloth and gently, much more gently than Harry would ever have expected, washed Harry’s arse and back before rolling him over and washing the come off his stomach.
“Sir?” Harry whispered.
“Go to sleep,” Lucius told him. “I’ll take you back to the club in the morning. We’ll see what we can do about another meeting in a couple of weeks.”
Harry looked forward to it.
Author/Artist: wintervixen86
Prompt: 11. I want to put myself absolutely at your mercy for good or evil without any condition, without any limit to your power. -- Leopold von Sacher-Masoch
Prompt submitted by: singlemomsummer
Pairing(s): Harry Potter / Lucius Malfoy
Word Count: 3,231
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: Written for the harry-submits 2012 fest. Thanks to d_andru, echo_of_dusk, and lksnarry1 for beta reading.
Summary: Was he seriously willingly entering the Malfoy Manor with Lucius himself? It was frightening. It was exciting. It was everything that the deep, dark, submissive side of Harry wanted. There was no use denying that.\
***
Harry looked at Thorfinn Rowle.
The man was smiling.
Strike that.
Smirking.
Thorfinn liked to toss out these little one-liners that he thought were both cool and sexy. But they weren’t. Actually, they made Harry want to puke. He stared at the uneven row of teeth, his gaze moving up to the sheen of sweat glistening on the former Death Eater’s forehead. From time to time, it took almost everything Harry had to get hard for a scene-get hard and stay hard. Clearly, this was going to be one of those times. Harry loved being a sub, but his heart was rarely invested in a scene. Usually, at least one or both of his heads were. But tonight with Thorfinn?
No part of him was up to the task.
“Well?” Thorfinn taunted. “Are you coming with me?”
Strike one, right there. A Dom should never ask.
“He’s busy.”
Harry’s cock stirred as a cool puff of breath brushed his ear. Turning towards the low voice, his eyebrows shot skyward.
Lucius Malfoy was standing beside him.
As a seasoned member of several BDSM clubs, Harry’s sixth sense was well honed. He always made a point of knowing exactly who was around him. He’d only been caught off guard once-and he still had the scar to prove it. The fact that Lucius had materialized out of nowhere and waltzed right up to Harry without attracting his attention was unnerving. Even more unnerving though, was Lucius himself.
He was-what was the word?
Oh yeah. Perfect.
The flawless skin of his chiseled, handsome face practically glimmered under the club lights, its extraordinary pale colour making his silver-blond hair look dark in comparison. His eyes were the lightest shade of grey imaginable and when his eyes locked on Harry’s, the whole world grew so still that Harry could feel his own heartbeat pounding in his ears...
And his cock.
No worries about getting it up for Thorfinn now.
Thorfinn stretched further across his chair and squinted at Lucius, his gaping mouth giving him a buck-toothed look.
“Lucius, what a surprise. I haven’t seen you in the scene for a while.”
“I’ve been busy.” Lucius’s eyes turned to Harry. “Potter can’t talk right now.”
“What are you? His fucking secretary?”
“You’re half right.”
Harry was still staring at Lucius. Not that he had a choice. Truth be told, he couldn’t tear his eyes away. His seal-grey Armani suit rode the sensuous border between a tight and relaxed fit - it allowed just enough room for the fabric to move easily and fell close enough to hug his shoulders and cling ever so slightly to his thighs. Harry could just imagine the way the ivory silk shirt would lightly graze his skin.
Harry swallowed, hard. He couldn’t remember Lucius ever oozing this much presence. He had heard many things about Lucius in the BDSM scene. He was reportedly a very good Dom, but Harry had never seen the evidence until now. Standing right beside him, Lucius’s body screamed ‘Dom’ to such an extent that Harry was ready to fall to his knees right there. He wanted to meet Lucius’s eyes, but his body had already accepted his dominance and stubbornly refused to obey.
“Half right?” Thorfinn repeated. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I’m his Dom,” Lucius answered simply.
Harry bit his lip. The overwhelming power behind those three words almost sent Harry over the edge. Realising the effect his words had, Lucius laid a hand firmly on Harry’s shoulder and squeezed. “Follow me.”
Harry fell into step behind Lucius, ignoring Thorfinn’s indignant cries of “Hey!” and “What the hell?” as they walked away.
“Friend of yours?” Lucius asked when they were out of earshot.
“Not even close.” Harry paused before adding a soft, “Sir.”
Lucius heard it. He looked over his shoulder and traced his eyes over Harry’s face before changing direction and heading towards the door.
They walked in silence, backtracking over Harry’s earlier route along the side street and turning onto the avenue. A few blocks before they hit the main thoroughfare, Lucius stopped at a little black Italian job parked along the curb and unlocked the doors with his remote.
He nodded to the passenger side. “Get in.”
Harry admired how easily Lucius slid into the driver’s seat. He himself had difficulty getting into his seat, first hitting his head as he climbed in, and then struggling to cram his legs into the passenger side of the low, compact sports car. Lucius didn’t seem to notice. Sliding his key into the ignition, he fired up the engine that broke into a purr before flicking on the headlights and reaching for the gearshift.
Harry shifted uncomfortably, prickles of apprehension dancing down his spine. Things were moving a little too fast with too little information exchanged-namely the what and the where-but he said nothing, keeping his eyes trained out the window, watching with detached interest as Lucius drove them out of London and into the countryside. Harry didn’t know how long they drove, but it felt like an age before they pulled into the long driveway of a very familiar manor.
They stopped outside the brass gates. Lucius stopped the car and turned to look at Harry. “Inside these gates, you are mine until I return you to the club in the morning. I am not in the habit of creating an intense evening with an unfamiliar sub; as a result, this will be a trial of sorts. If you have a good time and I have a good time, then we will see what we can do about future meetings. If you’re having second thoughts, then I suggest you get out and Apparate while you still have the chance.”
Harry swallowed thickly and said nothing.
Lucius nodded, shifting back into gear. “Good.” He eased the car through the gates and up the length of the circular driveway, stopping the car beside the front steps. “Get out.”
Harry did as he was told, taking some deep calming breaths as he rounded the car. His mind was already deep in submission, but it continued to sink even further as he followed Lucius up the front steps and through the heavy wooden doors.
The small section of his brain that was still thinking clearly, wondered what in the world he was doing? Was he seriously willingly entering the Malfoy Manor with Lucius himself? It had been a long time since the end of the war, and many things had changed and evolved, but to be willingly stepping into the home of a sworn enemy...
It was frightening.
It was exciting.
It was everything the deep, dark, submissive side of Harry wanted. There was no use denying that.
Harry followed Lucius through the darkened manor, down some stairs, and into a room that Lucius clearly used for scenes. It was dark, but elegant. Harry swept his eyes over a leather sofa and king-sized bed, before flicking to the chains, shackles, spanking benches, and a long wall of whips and paddles - Harry had seen a lot of beautiful dungeons in his life, but this was something else. The knowledge that Lucius wouldn’t be using most of the things in this room tonight was more than a little disappointing.
Lucius pointed to the floor in front of his feet. “Here,” he ordered. “Naked.”
Harry hurried over, and needing to impress, pulled his t-shirt from the waistband of his jeans. The shirt landed on one of the benches. The zipper of his jeans slid down and then the denim thudded to the ground. Lucius watched with narrowed eyes as Harry removed his shoes and kicked the jeans aside. By the time Harry was naked his cock was hard and curving up toward his stomach.
“Stroke it for me,” Lucius said.
With a low groan, Harry grasped his cock and began to masturbate. Pre-cum leaked from the thick head and Lucius reached out, swiping his thumb over the slit. Harry moaned and thrust his hips towards Lucius.
“Kneel.”
Harry fell to his knees. The smooth stones were strangely warm and in the back of his mind Harry realised they were probably enchanted for the comfort of Lucius’s subs. That knowledge comforted him a little. He had always heard good things about Lucius’s treatment of subs, but it was reassuring to know that he was in good hands.
“What are your safe words?” Lucius asked while unzipping his slacks. Harry’s mouth opened involuntarily at the thought of Lucius filling his throat completely, and he licked his lips. Lucius watched the simple movement with half-lidded steel grey eyes, and Harry’s mouth watered.
“Potter,” Lucius prompted. “Answer me.”
Harry swallowed and searched his foggy memory for an answer. “Red to stop, and yellow to take a break.”
“Good.” Lucius lifted his cock out of the way and pushed his balls into Harry’s face.
Harry immediately began lapping at the smooth skin. He groaned in satisfaction when Lucius let go of his cock, the thick weight resting against his cheek as he sucked the sac into his mouth. Lucius’s hands threaded through Harry’s hair to pull him more firmly against his balls, the other dragging over his neck.
“Do you want it, boy?” Harry glanced up through his lashes. “If you want my cock, say so.”
“I want it. I want to taste every inch of your cock. Please, fuck my mouth, Sir.”
The hungry smile curving Lucius’s mouth sent a shiver of anticipation down Harry’s spine. “Hate to disappoint the Golden Boy.” Grasping the sides of Harry’s head, he held him utterly still as he pulled back far enough for his cock to slap across Harry’s lips. “Open.”
Harry didn’t need to be told twice. His mouth watered as the scent filled his nostrils, and then the silken head was sliding along his waiting tongue. Immediately, he closed his lips around the shaft, ready to start licking it, but Lucius wasn’t waiting. He continued pushing forward until the head nudged the back of Harry’s throat, then continuing until his entire length was buried in it.
Lucius shuddered and started to thrust. He wasn’t allowing Harry to move at all. Harry relaxed his muscles as Lucius continued to fill his throat with powerful thrusts. He watched Lucius’s face, captivated by the naked pleasure on his features.
Shudders became grunts. Grunts became growls. And with each thrust, Lucius’s grip tightened a fraction more. The strokes grew more forceful, increasingly erratic, but it wasn’t until Harry let his teeth start scraping down the shaft that Lucius finally pulled him hard against his groin, burying his nose in the soft thatch of hair as he blasted shot after shot down Harry’s throat.
He gasped for air when Lucius finally relaxed enough to ease him off, but still, Lucius kept the heavy weight of his cock mostly in Harry’s mouth.
“Make sure I’m good and clean before I pull out. I don’t want to see a drop of come on my cock.”
Harry nodded, swirling his tongue around Lucius’s cock as he moved his mouth to the base. He dragged his lips back to the head, making sure his tongue reached every single bit of skin before sinking forward again. Lucius may not have wanted a single bit of come left on him, but Harry wouldn’t dream of it anyway. Once he reached Lucius’s head again, he swiped the flat of his tongue across the tip over and over, licking him until his skin no longer tasted salty.
“That’s enough.”
The abrupt release of his head made Harry jerk forward. There wasn’t time to right himself before Lucius bent down and grabbed Harry’s shoulders, pulling him to his feet.
Lucius walked across the room towards the bed. “Get over here.”
Harry took a few steps to close the gap between them. When Lucius cupped Harry’s face, he thought he was in for a nice kiss. Instead, Lucius pushed Harry so he fell back on the bed with a bounce. Lucius removed a tube of lube from the dresser, uncapped it, and squeezed a blob onto his fingertips.
Harry’s chest began to rise and fall rapidly. Lucius reached for Harry and pushed his legs apart with one hand. The raw quality in this act was beginning to make Harry sweat. He loved it. Fucking loved it.
Staring into Lucius’s eyes as he moved closer, like a venomous snake about to strike, Harry felt Lucius’s fingertips touch his rim. Harry’s cock wagged in response and then pointed towards his new Master. As Lucius’s fingers entered Harry, he bit back a whimper of desire. They locked gazes.
“Do you like that?” Lucius asked as he worked Harry’s arse.
“Merlin, yes.” Harry braced himself on his hands and inched his hips lower, giving Lucius better access. He instantly took advantage of it and drove deeper.
Harry broke the staring match and looked between his legs. While his cock began leaking pre-cum, Harry felt like Lucius was working on getting his whole hand inside him.
The boiling friction over his prostate was drawing him close to the edge. Almost as if sensing it, Lucius removed his hand.
“You want more?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Spread your legs.”
Harry obeyed. Lucius opened a drawer and removed a large black dildo. He used different lubrication and coated it.
Harry felt his cock and arse throb.
Lucius knelt beside Harry, locking one of Harry’s knees back with the crook of his arm. Harry was going crazy, dying to be penetrated, wondering if Lucius would perform the biggest of Harry’s erotic fantasies. For a very long time Harry had wanted to be at the mercy of a true Dom, one who knew exactly what he wanted and needed and wouldn’t accept anything less. It seemed he was now.
The dildo was directed to Harry’s arse. He tried to hold his breath but it was impossible to do as he gasped for air from his excitement.
Again, eye to eye like the mortal enemies they were, Lucius entered Harry’s body with the jet black phallus. Harry groaned and grabbed the bedding under him in clenched fists.
“You like that, Potter?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Relaxing, Harry raised his arms over his head and crossed his wrists, imagining he was bound. Lucius immediately took notice. He stopped short, leaving the dildo where it was and removed a pair of cuffs from the dresser. He looped them around Harry’s wrists, shackling him to the bedpost.
“Lovely,” Lucius smirked, sitting back and gripping both of Harry ankles. He raised them to meet his wrists and hogtied him with a belt.
Harry began panting in his excitement. “Fuck me, please Sir.”
“I am fucking you.” Lucius returned to the dildo.
Harry looked at his bound limbs and a surge of pleasure washed over him. The dildo rode over his prostate making his groin burn and tingle.
“Oh yeah,” Lucius chuckled, “you’re riding the edge.”
Harry rocked back and forth to the rhythm of the dildo. He interlaced his fingers and started to go into orgasm. While the waves of pleasure began, he met Lucius’s steely gaze.
“Come for me, you cock-sucker.”
“Agh! Fuck!” Harry bucked as the pleasure ripped through his cock and arse.
Lucius removed the dildo and knelt on the bed.
Harry gasped for air, dripping with sweat. He hadn’t even processed his orgasm before his hands and ankles were released and he was yanked around roughly onto his hands and knees. Excitement burned through his veins and Harry took a ragged breath as Lucius positioned his cock at his entrance.
Lucius leaned over him, lips by his ear. “Beg.”
Quivering with anticipation and need, Harry could barely get the words out. His throat was dry and his voice rasped. “Please, Sir. Please, fuck me.”
Lucius’ fingers gripped Harry’s hips and he jerked Harry back roughly, thrusting into him at the same time. Harry let out a cry of approval as he struggled to gain purchase on the slick sheets.
“You going to last, Potter?” Lucius slapped Harry’s arse with the palm of his hand. “Jerk yourself for me.”
Harry fisted himself, yanking fast and hard, not even bothering to keep in time with Lucius’s thrusts. Lucius’s palm cracked down on Harry’s arse cheeks over and over and Harry squeezed his eyes shut whimpering when Lucius’s hand suddenly stopped.
“Do you like that, Potter?” Lucius purred. “Do you like being spanked?”
“Yes, sir.” Harry groaned and panted hard, arching his back. The move shredded all of Lucius’s self-control, and he started to pump into Harry in a fast, almost frenzied pace. Harry let out a cry of approval and struggled to gain purchase on the sheets.
Harry could feel Lucius coming inside him, and he threw his head back and yelled as his balls seized up and his cum shot out of him.
Lucius was grinding against him and it went on long after Harry stopped coming. Finally Harry dropped his hand, too sensitive to touch himself anymore. Lucius was panting hard behind him, head resting on Harry’s shoulder. With the feel of Lucius still inside him, Harry was hit by a wave of warmth he’d never felt before with a Dom, and he hung on to the feeling, refusing to let it go.
Harry dropped down onto his elbows, his arms giving out, and pressed his forehead into the mattress as his heart raced in his chest.
Strong fingers dug into his hips and Harry bit his lip as Lucius slid out of him.
“Don’t move,” Lucius ordered, getting off the bed.
Harry closed his eyes and did what he was told. He was pretty sure that he wouldn’t be able to move anyway. After a few minutes, Lucius returned with a warm washcloth and gently, much more gently than Harry would ever have expected, washed Harry’s arse and back before rolling him over and washing the come off his stomach.
“Sir?” Harry whispered.
“Go to sleep,” Lucius told him. “I’ll take you back to the club in the morning. We’ll see what we can do about another meeting in a couple of weeks.”
Harry looked forward to it.