Fic: First Time for Everything (Harry/Blaise)
TITLE: First Time For Everything
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: When Harry overhears Blaise Zabini discussing bondage, Harry asks to be tied up for the very first time.
FANDOM: Harry Potter (Harry/Blaise)
STATUS: Complete - 3,135 words
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. This story is a work of fiction and came from the deepest, darkest, corner of my imagination.
AUTHORS NOTE: Written for the harry_submits fest for uke_incognito. Originally posted here
***
To say that he was surprised was an understatement.
Harry stared at the black leather cuffs that encircled his wrists. He knew what they were and he knew why they were there - hell, he even knew how he came to be wearing them. But that didn't stop him from staring bewildered at the firm, supple leather.
Harry swallowed nervously, "I'm not really sure that-"
"Quiet."
Harry shut his mouth and clenched his fingers together. Across the room, Blaise tossed a firm look over his shoulder before returning his attention to the open drawer in front of him.
How the hell had he gotten into this? Harry curled his fingers together in his lap and tried to calm his racing heart. What had started as a drunken night had somehow morphed into this and…
"You've never been tied up before," Blaise stated calmly, his voice cutting through Harry's racing thoughts.
"No," Harry answered honestly, examining the silver buckle on each cuff. Wait… was Blaise going to tie him up? He couldn't possibly mean with ropes, could he? An image of Blaise wrapping ropes around his torso suddenly popped into Harry’s mind and he didn't know whether to be aroused or horrified.
"I won't tie you up tonight," Blaise continued as he extracted a length of black material and wrapped it around his wrist. "I don't want to scare you off before we even get started." He turned and strolled purposely across the room, eyes fixed on Harry. "Lay back," he ordered.
Harry swallowed, obeying without fully realizing what he was doing. He had questions, too many questions, but now was neither the time nor place to ask them. Blaise wasn't forcing him to be here; he had offered to show him some of the lighter sides of bondage when Harry had expressed a drunken interest. Harry had accepted. End of story.
But of course, something like that sounded a lot better after too many drinks. A week later and stone cold sober, Harry was feeling more than a little tentative.
"Relax," Blaise told him, placing a hand on the center of Harry's chest and pushing him backwards. "Arms above your head."
Lifting his arms, Harry took a deep breath and did as Blaise asked, relaxing his body down into the mattress as Blaise trailed his warm fingers up the length of Harry's arms. Harry couldn't see what he was doing, but the soft jangle of chains and the sudden firm pressure against his wrists made it pretty damn obvious. Harry gave an experimental pull as Blaise moved back. His wrists weren't going anywhere.
Blaise stepped back and traced his eyes over Harry's clothed form thoughtfully. "Something is missing," he mused, a small smirk crossing his lips.
Nakedness? Harry supplied internally. Nervous or not, Harry was pretty damn sure that the two of them had way too many clothes on.
But Blaise didn't seem too concerned; he stepped forward and absentmindedly unwrapped the piece of black material from his arm. Leaning forward, Blaise placed the material over Harry's eyes before stepping back. "Perfect."
Handcuffed and blindfolded.
In theory, it didn't sound particularly unsettling but in reality, Harry knew exactly what it meant - he was shackled and spread for Blaise's use.
Harry squirmed, waiting for the first touch, but it didn't come. The room was utterly silent and all Harry could see was the darkness of his blindfold. "Blaise?"
"You do not have permission to speak."
"But I-"
"Quiet, or I'll gag you."
Harry fell silent. Gag? How much bondage stuff did Blaise own? Harry had seen him riffling through a whole drawer of bits and pieces; what else did he have in there?
Light fingers pressed against his rib cage. Harry started slightly at the sudden touch and licked his lips nervously. It was disconcerting, not being able to see what was going on. He closed his eyes and focused on the fingers that traced over his chest, twisting into the fabric of his t-shirt and pressing along the flat of his stomach.
The bed dipped when Blaise finally joined him on the mattress. Reacting on instinct, Harry reached out to the source of heat but his cuffs halted the movement before it could ever begin. Harry whimpered his frustration and squirmed impatiently.
Blaise laughed lightly, his breath puffing across Harry's neck. "Who is in charge here, Harry?"
Was that a trick question? Harry struggled to think as Blaise's lips sucked gently against his neck. "You?"
"That's right. Me. What is your role?" Blaise pushed aside the neck of Harry's shirt to trace his lips along his collarbones.
"I, um…" Harry broke off and clenched his fingers as Blaise found a particularly sensitive patch of skin at the base of his neck. Several seconds passed before Harry could remember the question. "To… to do what you say?"
Blaise paused in his ministrations, a smile forming where his lips touched Harry’s skin. "That's close enough for tonight."
The gentle promise that there could be consecutive nights was perfectly clear. Harry pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and bit down as Blaise made his way up Harry's neck to his jawline. Harry's hands were desperate to touch, to stroke, to feel, but he remained trapped between Blaise's warm, hard body and the soft, cool mattress; hands bound helpless above him.
Harry could feel Blaise's breath puff very gently across his lips and he braced himself for a kiss. It didn't come; instead Blaise reached between them and pulled Harry's bottom lip from between his teeth. "I'm the only one who's allowed to bite," he whispered before pressing his lips firmly to Harry's.
It wasn't like kissing anyone else. Harry lay helpless to Blaise's every demand, unable to take the reins and dominate the kiss when Blaise was the one in charge. All that he could do was respond, arching his neck to fit their mouths more firmly together, opening his mouth so Blaise could plunge his tongue inside, squirming despite his bonds to fit their bodies more closely together.
Blaise pulled back and Harry couldn't help the small whimper that escaped his throat as Blaise's weight left him. He was breathing hard, struggling to find his breath when Blaise's hand reappeared on his body to slide up underneath the hem of Harry's shirt and brush teasingly over his nipples.
Was he allowed to talk? He wasn't. Harry struggled to keep his demands at bay. If this were any other night, Harry would have been voicing his needs and wants without restraint. Harry had always been quite vocal in the bedroom - the order to remain silent and keep his desires to himself was more than a challenge.
Blaise seemed to realise this as his lips followed his hands over smooth skin. "Stop thinking," he ordered quietly as he pushed Harry's shirt up around his ribs. "Stop looking at the finish line. Just relax."
Harry opened his mouth to snap a reply but Blaise nipped sharply at Harry's nipple and the combined pain and pleasure had Harry struggling to remember what had been so important.
"Good," Blaise praised softly, shoving Harry's shirt up further and further until it hung uselessly from Harry's bound wrists.
*
Harry was all muscle. In his head, Blaise knew this. He had watched Potter play Quidditch for seven years. What lay underneath Harry's shirt had never been a mystery. Blaise knew exactly what he would find. But knowing what he would see and having that vision stretched out before him were two completely different sides of the spectrum.
Blaise sat back on his heels and ran his eyes slowly over Harry's exposed skin. He looked spectacular laying there, arms bound to the headboard, eyes hidden behind the black blindfold, lips slightly parted as he struggled to retain his breath. Blaise could think of so many things he wanted to do to him, things that would send Harry sprinting in the opposite direction the second that Blaise even voiced them. Another night, Blaise promised himself. Tonight, he would merely give Harry a taste - he would decide whether to return or not.
Shifting lightly, taking care not to make too much movement on the mattress, Blaise straddled Harry's hips. Harry may not have been in bondage before, but if the hardness Blaise could feel was any indication, he liked it a lot. Leaning forward, Blaise captured Harry's lips between his and kissed him, lips quick and demanding as his fingers pressed firmly over the length of Harry's chest and arms.
Blaise had to give him credit. Harry kept his mouth shut. He was so quiet that Blaise had to slow his hands to better read his body language. Softly and slowly, Blaise discovered every single erogenous zone above the waist line that Harry possessed. The base of his neck, the right side of his stomach just above the band of his jeans, the crease of his elbow, the small space underneath his ear. By the time Blaise was done, Harry was squirming underneath him, no longer able to keep the tiny moans and whimpers at bay.
"Here is what's going to happen," Blaise told him, moving back until he was over Harry's thighs. He reached out and unbuckled Harry's belt. "There are a myriad of things I could do to you. But I won't. At the end of the night if you're still curious then we can get together another time and go further. If not, then we go back to being enemies and never speak of this night again. Agreed?"
Harry nodded.
"Say it, so I know that you understand," Blaise ordered.
Harry swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. "I understand."
"What do you understand?" Blaise pressed, thumbing open the button of Harry's jeans. Harry was hard, straining against his fly, Blaise reached out and pulled the zip down, stalling to give Harry time to answer.
"That we can continue if I want to, but if not, then we never talk about it again," Harry summarized shakily.
"Good." Blaise lowered his eyes and pulled aside the waistband of Harry's jeans, revealing the black briefs underneath. Blaise could just make out Harry's cock outlined against the material.
Watching Harry carefully for his reactions, Blaise leaned down and pressed his mouth against the material, mouthing Harry's cock through the fabric. Harry immediately gasped and yanked at his cuffs. Blaise paused, waiting until he relaxed before returning his attention to the task at hand.
Harry's cock curved enthusiastically towards his stomach as Blaise freed it from the black fabric. Pushing both the jeans and briefs aside, Blaise considered his options before leaving everything bunched around Harry's knees - the fabric pinned his legs in position.
Blaise's dark eyes flicked up to watch Harry's face as he trailed his fingers lightly over the warm hard length. Harry had his bottom lip between his teeth again and Blaise allowed himself to be amused for a moment before taking away his hand and sitting back.
"What did I tell you?" Blaise voiced.
It didn't take long for Harry to catch on. He let go of his lower lip. "Sorry."
Blaise nodded, wondering if he should threaten Harry with punishment. No, Harry wasn't ready for that. Blaise didn't even know if Harry had the personality to get any sort of enjoyment from that type of submission. Only time would tell.
Steadying the shaft with his fingers, Blaise bent forward and wrapped his lips around the head. Harry was hot in his mouth; Blaise rubbed his tongue along his length, and the thick shaft stretched his lips as he sealed them around the smooth satiny skin.
Blaise did exactly as he wanted, moving at a slow and steady pace, enjoying the pants and murmurs that steadily began to spill from Harry's mouth. He was frustrated, Blaise could see that, his fists were clenched so tight around the bed posts that his knuckles were turning white and he strained repeatedly against the grip Blaise had on his hips, pushing him down into the mattress, not allowing him to thrust the way he wanted to.
"Please," Harry breathed, arching against his restraints in his desperate desire to get closer.
Blaise pulled back, hand still moving up and down at that same maddening pace. "What do you want, Harry? Tell me."
"Fuck me," Harry whispered, still struggling against his restraints. "Stop teasing me, please."
"Teasing?" Blaise smiled. "Potter, you don't know what teasing is." He slowed his hand even further. "Maybe I won't even let you come tonight…" he began casually.
"No!" Harry protested quickly, hands straining against restraints. "No, don't do that."
Blaise smirked. "Are you going to be good?"
"Yes," Harry promised.
"Are you going to stop struggling and let me take as long as I want?"
Harry hesitated before nodding quickly.
"Patience is rewarded, you know?" Blaise murmured, lips trailing over skin as he yanked Harry's jeans the rest of the way off. "Spread your legs."
It was a lewd order, but Harry only hesitated for a second before doing what he was told.
Blaise reached out and grabbed some lube and a condom from his bedside table before sitting back on his heels. It was only after he was suited up and had a dollop of lube on his fingers that he realised he had no idea what Harry's regular preference was in the bedroom. Deciding to let Harry's reactions answer for him, Blaise knelt between Harry's legs and took his cock back into his mouth. He worked for several minutes before reaching tentatively down between Harry's legs and letting his finger trace gently around the hole. Harry didn't tense or panic at Blaise's proximity so he continued, tracing again and again until Harry was pushing down against him and Blaise knew he had his answer.
Working one slick finger inside, Blaise watched as Harry abandoned every order Blaise had given him. Not only was he biting his lower lip, but he was pulling and straining against his cuffs, squirming all over the bed and his whimpers were quickly turning into whispered pleading. If this relationship was going to continue, Blaise made a mental note to work heavily on Harry's control and patience. He was apparently used to taking his pleasure quickly and regularly and not used to being teased or denied.
Blaise teasingly considered taking his hand away completely, but Harry was already so close to breaking point that he added a second finger, watching Harry's body break out in a fine sheen of sweat as he struggled to retain what was left of his control.
"Blaise for Merlin’s sake," Harry panted as another finger slipped slowly and teasingly inside, stretching him open. "I've done this before, I'm not going to break. Just fuck me already."
If Harry was a sub, Blaise would have left the room and let him stew with that demand for an hour before he returned. But Harry wasn't a sub and Blaise's self-control was in tatters, so instead he removed his fingers, slicked some lube over his cock, pushed Harry's knees up to his chest and without any warning shoved deep inside to the hilt.
"Oh fuck," Harry cursed, his voice shattered and shaky. He arched and tugged at his bound hands as he panted for breath. "Let me free."
"No." Blaise replied, holding still.
"Fuck you," Harry swore, struggling some more before collapsing down against the mattress and accepting Blaise's control over the situation. "Please," Harry begged.
"Who's in control, Harry?" Blaise asked, fingers clenched in an attempt to keep his voice calm. He was suddenly very glad that Harry couldn't see him, because he was pretty sure his face was the epitome of pleasure. Harry tightened around him and Blaise bit back a curse. Blaise brought his palm down against Harry's buttock with a smart crack.
Harry jerked in surprise.
"Who's in control, Harry?" Blaise repeated sweetly.
Harry's breath was coming out so hard and fast, he was almost hyperventilating. "You are."
Blaise rewarded him with a smooth slow thrust that had Harry groaning underneath him. "That's right. And who's taking the orders?"
Blaise could tell that Harry would have murdered him if his hands were free.
"I am," he finally spat.
"Very nice," Blaise praised, his hips beginning to move in a steady rhythm. Blaise moved slowly at first, then with more strength and more dominance as he thrust deep again and again. Blaise pressed forward, his lips caressing Harry's neck, teeth scraping against skin as his hands moved with complete freedom, claiming more and more of Harry with every caress. Harry was amazingly responsive underneath him; his fingers were wrapped tight around the headboard, hanging on for dear life as their movements became more and more frantic.
"Tell me you like it," Blaise ordered as the pleasure built up inside him.
"I like it," Harry panted, hips moving with every thrust. "I fucking love it."
Blaise claimed his lips. It wasn't a kiss. More like a desperate mashing of lips and panting breaths. Knowing that he wasn't going to last much longer, Blaise reached between their bodies and gripped Harry's cock in his hand.
"Oh fuck," Harry whispered. "I'm…" he broke off when his orgasm overtook his body. That was all the encouragement Blaise needed; he thrust half a dozen more times before coming with a shout, his hips jerking rapidly, riding out both their orgasms before Blaise collapsed forward, catching the majority of his weight on his forearms.
Harry was breathing hard underneath him. As their breath slowed and Blaise regained control over his body, pushing himself up, Blaise unhooked Harry's hands from the bedpost. "Are you okay?" Blaise asked quietly as he massaged the life back into Harry's wrists.
Harry grinned. "When can we do it again?"
END
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: When Harry overhears Blaise Zabini discussing bondage, Harry asks to be tied up for the very first time.
FANDOM: Harry Potter (Harry/Blaise)
STATUS: Complete - 3,135 words
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. This story is a work of fiction and came from the deepest, darkest, corner of my imagination.
AUTHORS NOTE: Written for the harry_submits fest for uke_incognito. Originally posted here
***
To say that he was surprised was an understatement.
Harry stared at the black leather cuffs that encircled his wrists. He knew what they were and he knew why they were there - hell, he even knew how he came to be wearing them. But that didn't stop him from staring bewildered at the firm, supple leather.
Harry swallowed nervously, "I'm not really sure that-"
"Quiet."
Harry shut his mouth and clenched his fingers together. Across the room, Blaise tossed a firm look over his shoulder before returning his attention to the open drawer in front of him.
How the hell had he gotten into this? Harry curled his fingers together in his lap and tried to calm his racing heart. What had started as a drunken night had somehow morphed into this and…
"You've never been tied up before," Blaise stated calmly, his voice cutting through Harry's racing thoughts.
"No," Harry answered honestly, examining the silver buckle on each cuff. Wait… was Blaise going to tie him up? He couldn't possibly mean with ropes, could he? An image of Blaise wrapping ropes around his torso suddenly popped into Harry’s mind and he didn't know whether to be aroused or horrified.
"I won't tie you up tonight," Blaise continued as he extracted a length of black material and wrapped it around his wrist. "I don't want to scare you off before we even get started." He turned and strolled purposely across the room, eyes fixed on Harry. "Lay back," he ordered.
Harry swallowed, obeying without fully realizing what he was doing. He had questions, too many questions, but now was neither the time nor place to ask them. Blaise wasn't forcing him to be here; he had offered to show him some of the lighter sides of bondage when Harry had expressed a drunken interest. Harry had accepted. End of story.
But of course, something like that sounded a lot better after too many drinks. A week later and stone cold sober, Harry was feeling more than a little tentative.
"Relax," Blaise told him, placing a hand on the center of Harry's chest and pushing him backwards. "Arms above your head."
Lifting his arms, Harry took a deep breath and did as Blaise asked, relaxing his body down into the mattress as Blaise trailed his warm fingers up the length of Harry's arms. Harry couldn't see what he was doing, but the soft jangle of chains and the sudden firm pressure against his wrists made it pretty damn obvious. Harry gave an experimental pull as Blaise moved back. His wrists weren't going anywhere.
Blaise stepped back and traced his eyes over Harry's clothed form thoughtfully. "Something is missing," he mused, a small smirk crossing his lips.
Nakedness? Harry supplied internally. Nervous or not, Harry was pretty damn sure that the two of them had way too many clothes on.
But Blaise didn't seem too concerned; he stepped forward and absentmindedly unwrapped the piece of black material from his arm. Leaning forward, Blaise placed the material over Harry's eyes before stepping back. "Perfect."
Handcuffed and blindfolded.
In theory, it didn't sound particularly unsettling but in reality, Harry knew exactly what it meant - he was shackled and spread for Blaise's use.
Harry squirmed, waiting for the first touch, but it didn't come. The room was utterly silent and all Harry could see was the darkness of his blindfold. "Blaise?"
"You do not have permission to speak."
"But I-"
"Quiet, or I'll gag you."
Harry fell silent. Gag? How much bondage stuff did Blaise own? Harry had seen him riffling through a whole drawer of bits and pieces; what else did he have in there?
Light fingers pressed against his rib cage. Harry started slightly at the sudden touch and licked his lips nervously. It was disconcerting, not being able to see what was going on. He closed his eyes and focused on the fingers that traced over his chest, twisting into the fabric of his t-shirt and pressing along the flat of his stomach.
The bed dipped when Blaise finally joined him on the mattress. Reacting on instinct, Harry reached out to the source of heat but his cuffs halted the movement before it could ever begin. Harry whimpered his frustration and squirmed impatiently.
Blaise laughed lightly, his breath puffing across Harry's neck. "Who is in charge here, Harry?"
Was that a trick question? Harry struggled to think as Blaise's lips sucked gently against his neck. "You?"
"That's right. Me. What is your role?" Blaise pushed aside the neck of Harry's shirt to trace his lips along his collarbones.
"I, um…" Harry broke off and clenched his fingers as Blaise found a particularly sensitive patch of skin at the base of his neck. Several seconds passed before Harry could remember the question. "To… to do what you say?"
Blaise paused in his ministrations, a smile forming where his lips touched Harry’s skin. "That's close enough for tonight."
The gentle promise that there could be consecutive nights was perfectly clear. Harry pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and bit down as Blaise made his way up Harry's neck to his jawline. Harry's hands were desperate to touch, to stroke, to feel, but he remained trapped between Blaise's warm, hard body and the soft, cool mattress; hands bound helpless above him.
Harry could feel Blaise's breath puff very gently across his lips and he braced himself for a kiss. It didn't come; instead Blaise reached between them and pulled Harry's bottom lip from between his teeth. "I'm the only one who's allowed to bite," he whispered before pressing his lips firmly to Harry's.
It wasn't like kissing anyone else. Harry lay helpless to Blaise's every demand, unable to take the reins and dominate the kiss when Blaise was the one in charge. All that he could do was respond, arching his neck to fit their mouths more firmly together, opening his mouth so Blaise could plunge his tongue inside, squirming despite his bonds to fit their bodies more closely together.
Blaise pulled back and Harry couldn't help the small whimper that escaped his throat as Blaise's weight left him. He was breathing hard, struggling to find his breath when Blaise's hand reappeared on his body to slide up underneath the hem of Harry's shirt and brush teasingly over his nipples.
Was he allowed to talk? He wasn't. Harry struggled to keep his demands at bay. If this were any other night, Harry would have been voicing his needs and wants without restraint. Harry had always been quite vocal in the bedroom - the order to remain silent and keep his desires to himself was more than a challenge.
Blaise seemed to realise this as his lips followed his hands over smooth skin. "Stop thinking," he ordered quietly as he pushed Harry's shirt up around his ribs. "Stop looking at the finish line. Just relax."
Harry opened his mouth to snap a reply but Blaise nipped sharply at Harry's nipple and the combined pain and pleasure had Harry struggling to remember what had been so important.
"Good," Blaise praised softly, shoving Harry's shirt up further and further until it hung uselessly from Harry's bound wrists.
*
Harry was all muscle. In his head, Blaise knew this. He had watched Potter play Quidditch for seven years. What lay underneath Harry's shirt had never been a mystery. Blaise knew exactly what he would find. But knowing what he would see and having that vision stretched out before him were two completely different sides of the spectrum.
Blaise sat back on his heels and ran his eyes slowly over Harry's exposed skin. He looked spectacular laying there, arms bound to the headboard, eyes hidden behind the black blindfold, lips slightly parted as he struggled to retain his breath. Blaise could think of so many things he wanted to do to him, things that would send Harry sprinting in the opposite direction the second that Blaise even voiced them. Another night, Blaise promised himself. Tonight, he would merely give Harry a taste - he would decide whether to return or not.
Shifting lightly, taking care not to make too much movement on the mattress, Blaise straddled Harry's hips. Harry may not have been in bondage before, but if the hardness Blaise could feel was any indication, he liked it a lot. Leaning forward, Blaise captured Harry's lips between his and kissed him, lips quick and demanding as his fingers pressed firmly over the length of Harry's chest and arms.
Blaise had to give him credit. Harry kept his mouth shut. He was so quiet that Blaise had to slow his hands to better read his body language. Softly and slowly, Blaise discovered every single erogenous zone above the waist line that Harry possessed. The base of his neck, the right side of his stomach just above the band of his jeans, the crease of his elbow, the small space underneath his ear. By the time Blaise was done, Harry was squirming underneath him, no longer able to keep the tiny moans and whimpers at bay.
"Here is what's going to happen," Blaise told him, moving back until he was over Harry's thighs. He reached out and unbuckled Harry's belt. "There are a myriad of things I could do to you. But I won't. At the end of the night if you're still curious then we can get together another time and go further. If not, then we go back to being enemies and never speak of this night again. Agreed?"
Harry nodded.
"Say it, so I know that you understand," Blaise ordered.
Harry swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. "I understand."
"What do you understand?" Blaise pressed, thumbing open the button of Harry's jeans. Harry was hard, straining against his fly, Blaise reached out and pulled the zip down, stalling to give Harry time to answer.
"That we can continue if I want to, but if not, then we never talk about it again," Harry summarized shakily.
"Good." Blaise lowered his eyes and pulled aside the waistband of Harry's jeans, revealing the black briefs underneath. Blaise could just make out Harry's cock outlined against the material.
Watching Harry carefully for his reactions, Blaise leaned down and pressed his mouth against the material, mouthing Harry's cock through the fabric. Harry immediately gasped and yanked at his cuffs. Blaise paused, waiting until he relaxed before returning his attention to the task at hand.
Harry's cock curved enthusiastically towards his stomach as Blaise freed it from the black fabric. Pushing both the jeans and briefs aside, Blaise considered his options before leaving everything bunched around Harry's knees - the fabric pinned his legs in position.
Blaise's dark eyes flicked up to watch Harry's face as he trailed his fingers lightly over the warm hard length. Harry had his bottom lip between his teeth again and Blaise allowed himself to be amused for a moment before taking away his hand and sitting back.
"What did I tell you?" Blaise voiced.
It didn't take long for Harry to catch on. He let go of his lower lip. "Sorry."
Blaise nodded, wondering if he should threaten Harry with punishment. No, Harry wasn't ready for that. Blaise didn't even know if Harry had the personality to get any sort of enjoyment from that type of submission. Only time would tell.
Steadying the shaft with his fingers, Blaise bent forward and wrapped his lips around the head. Harry was hot in his mouth; Blaise rubbed his tongue along his length, and the thick shaft stretched his lips as he sealed them around the smooth satiny skin.
Blaise did exactly as he wanted, moving at a slow and steady pace, enjoying the pants and murmurs that steadily began to spill from Harry's mouth. He was frustrated, Blaise could see that, his fists were clenched so tight around the bed posts that his knuckles were turning white and he strained repeatedly against the grip Blaise had on his hips, pushing him down into the mattress, not allowing him to thrust the way he wanted to.
"Please," Harry breathed, arching against his restraints in his desperate desire to get closer.
Blaise pulled back, hand still moving up and down at that same maddening pace. "What do you want, Harry? Tell me."
"Fuck me," Harry whispered, still struggling against his restraints. "Stop teasing me, please."
"Teasing?" Blaise smiled. "Potter, you don't know what teasing is." He slowed his hand even further. "Maybe I won't even let you come tonight…" he began casually.
"No!" Harry protested quickly, hands straining against restraints. "No, don't do that."
Blaise smirked. "Are you going to be good?"
"Yes," Harry promised.
"Are you going to stop struggling and let me take as long as I want?"
Harry hesitated before nodding quickly.
"Patience is rewarded, you know?" Blaise murmured, lips trailing over skin as he yanked Harry's jeans the rest of the way off. "Spread your legs."
It was a lewd order, but Harry only hesitated for a second before doing what he was told.
Blaise reached out and grabbed some lube and a condom from his bedside table before sitting back on his heels. It was only after he was suited up and had a dollop of lube on his fingers that he realised he had no idea what Harry's regular preference was in the bedroom. Deciding to let Harry's reactions answer for him, Blaise knelt between Harry's legs and took his cock back into his mouth. He worked for several minutes before reaching tentatively down between Harry's legs and letting his finger trace gently around the hole. Harry didn't tense or panic at Blaise's proximity so he continued, tracing again and again until Harry was pushing down against him and Blaise knew he had his answer.
Working one slick finger inside, Blaise watched as Harry abandoned every order Blaise had given him. Not only was he biting his lower lip, but he was pulling and straining against his cuffs, squirming all over the bed and his whimpers were quickly turning into whispered pleading. If this relationship was going to continue, Blaise made a mental note to work heavily on Harry's control and patience. He was apparently used to taking his pleasure quickly and regularly and not used to being teased or denied.
Blaise teasingly considered taking his hand away completely, but Harry was already so close to breaking point that he added a second finger, watching Harry's body break out in a fine sheen of sweat as he struggled to retain what was left of his control.
"Blaise for Merlin’s sake," Harry panted as another finger slipped slowly and teasingly inside, stretching him open. "I've done this before, I'm not going to break. Just fuck me already."
If Harry was a sub, Blaise would have left the room and let him stew with that demand for an hour before he returned. But Harry wasn't a sub and Blaise's self-control was in tatters, so instead he removed his fingers, slicked some lube over his cock, pushed Harry's knees up to his chest and without any warning shoved deep inside to the hilt.
"Oh fuck," Harry cursed, his voice shattered and shaky. He arched and tugged at his bound hands as he panted for breath. "Let me free."
"No." Blaise replied, holding still.
"Fuck you," Harry swore, struggling some more before collapsing down against the mattress and accepting Blaise's control over the situation. "Please," Harry begged.
"Who's in control, Harry?" Blaise asked, fingers clenched in an attempt to keep his voice calm. He was suddenly very glad that Harry couldn't see him, because he was pretty sure his face was the epitome of pleasure. Harry tightened around him and Blaise bit back a curse. Blaise brought his palm down against Harry's buttock with a smart crack.
Harry jerked in surprise.
"Who's in control, Harry?" Blaise repeated sweetly.
Harry's breath was coming out so hard and fast, he was almost hyperventilating. "You are."
Blaise rewarded him with a smooth slow thrust that had Harry groaning underneath him. "That's right. And who's taking the orders?"
Blaise could tell that Harry would have murdered him if his hands were free.
"I am," he finally spat.
"Very nice," Blaise praised, his hips beginning to move in a steady rhythm. Blaise moved slowly at first, then with more strength and more dominance as he thrust deep again and again. Blaise pressed forward, his lips caressing Harry's neck, teeth scraping against skin as his hands moved with complete freedom, claiming more and more of Harry with every caress. Harry was amazingly responsive underneath him; his fingers were wrapped tight around the headboard, hanging on for dear life as their movements became more and more frantic.
"Tell me you like it," Blaise ordered as the pleasure built up inside him.
"I like it," Harry panted, hips moving with every thrust. "I fucking love it."
Blaise claimed his lips. It wasn't a kiss. More like a desperate mashing of lips and panting breaths. Knowing that he wasn't going to last much longer, Blaise reached between their bodies and gripped Harry's cock in his hand.
"Oh fuck," Harry whispered. "I'm…" he broke off when his orgasm overtook his body. That was all the encouragement Blaise needed; he thrust half a dozen more times before coming with a shout, his hips jerking rapidly, riding out both their orgasms before Blaise collapsed forward, catching the majority of his weight on his forearms.
Harry was breathing hard underneath him. As their breath slowed and Blaise regained control over his body, pushing himself up, Blaise unhooked Harry's hands from the bedpost. "Are you okay?" Blaise asked quietly as he massaged the life back into Harry's wrists.
Harry grinned. "When can we do it again?"
END