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Author: Eriador117
Website:http://eriador117.insanejournal.com
Email:annette.gisby@which.net
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take care,
Annette
(Eriador117)
Written for Peppery_Lime for the HPValensmut challenge. Elements requested: light bondage, biting. Harry/Bill. JK Rowling owns the Potterverse, I just play in it from time to time.
A/N: Well, everyone has been revealed now, so I can now add my entry for those of you who might not have seen it yet. This was my first ever non-Snarry pairing and although Snarry is still my definite OTP, it was interesting trying to do another pairing as that was the request I was given :)
Bound
"Harry, you know you don't have to do this if you don't want to," said Bill as he hovered by the side of their shared bed. Harry nodded, he knew Bill wouldn't make him do anything he didn't want, despite a lot of people's misconceptions about their relationship. He could still remember the shock on Molly Weasley's face when Harry had knelt down in front of Bill during their bonding ceremony and vowed his obedience.
Harry was submissive to Bill and not just in the bedroom but a lot of people seemed to think that Bill was abusing him, which was far from the truth. They just didn't understand that Harry needed someone to take control, it wasn't about abuse. He'd suffered enough of that at the Dursleys' house. In the three years since they started going out and in the month since their bonding, there was one thing that they'd never done but Bill had wanted to try it.
Bill had done plenty of things to Harry but up until now he had never felt comfortable with this. Harry had a deep rooted phobia about being tied up and he really wanted to get over this fear as well as do something that he knew Bill would like. Each time in the past when Bill had suggested it, all Harry could think of was that night in the graveyard when he'd been tied to the elder Tom Riddle's grave and could do nothing but watch helplessly as Wormtail murdered Cedric. There was nothing he could have done, Harry was helpless and that's what scared him about being bound, even by Bill.
Bill conjured white silk scarves, but made no attempt to tie Harry up with them yet. Both of them were naked, Bill was fully aroused but Harry's nervousness and fear had him not even at half mast. Bill leaned down and claimed his mouth in a deep kiss, kneeling on either side of Harry. The mattress dipped slightly as Bill settled his weight on it, despite him not being much heavier than Harry.
Still kissing him, Bill trailed one of the scarves along Harry's body, starting with his collar bone, trailing it across his nipples until they stood up in little points and Harry was writhing on the bed. His cock was burgeoning against Bill's stomach, the soft flutter of silk along his skin arousing him as the thought of being bound hadn't.
Bill pulled back from the kiss, but only so that he could move to kiss Harry's neck and shoulder. Harry moaned, his neck was so sensitive, especially where it joined his shoulder. Bill knew it too and he bit down, causing Harry to wail and arch his hips, thrusting against Bill.
"Now, Bill, do it now," begged Harry before he lost his nerve again. Bill didn't ask if he was sure this second time, Harry knew that if things got too much he could just use his word and Bill would stop. This wasn't like being bound by Wormtail and Voldemort and he just had to keep reminding himself that. It would stop whenever he wished it.
Bill stroked Harry's right arm with one of the silk scarves, it made the hairs on Harry's arm stand on end and he shivered with desire before Bill finally tied his arm to one of the bed posts. His heart was beating like a drum in his chest, but Harry didn't think it was from fear. Bill did the same to the other arm, first the stroking with the silk then tying it to the bed post. Harry's arms were stretched as far as they could go, he could feel the muscles straining just by being still.
Bill glanced down at him, his blue eyes dark with lust as he gazed at his husband. Harry felt even more naked under that gaze than he did by being tied to the bed in the nude. There was so much want in Bill's expression, so much need and Harry moaned at that thought, his cock beginning to leak precome already. Bill had his hair tied back in his customary ponytail, but he wasn't wearing his ear ring tonight, as sometimes Harry got a bit carried away and had almost pulled it out along with half of Bill's ear more than once.
"Merlin, Harry, do you know how beautiful you look like this? Bronze skin shining with sweat, white silk standing out against your skin. Your eyes bright and shining, your body straining, aching. Wanting to touch your cock, but knowing you can't. Tied up, waiting for me? Not knowing what I'm going to do you? You're at my mercy, Harry. What do you think I should do with you first?"
Harry wailed, he didn't care, Bill could do anything, Harry was so hard it hurt and he thrusted his hips into the air.
"Please, Bill! Please!" he begged, knowing Bill loved it when he begged. Bill sat down astride Harry again so Harry could no longer thrust his hips as much as he wanted to, but they jerked a little beneath his husband.
"Please what, Harry?" asked Bill, smirking.
"Please," whimpered Harry. "Please. Please touch me." Harry's cock twitched at the imagining of it, he groaned and thrashed his head about on the pillow, the only part of him that he could move freely. Blood was pounding like surf in his ears, he didn't think he'd ever felt this hard before, his cock a hard boulder of need between his legs and he cried out again in frustration. He felt perched on the very edge of a cliff but couldn't move to fling himself off and into the sky like he wanted to. "Please," he whispered again.
"You want me to touch you?" said Bill, trailing a hand over Harry's hair. "You want me to lick you? To suck you? To fuck you?"
"Yes, God, yes!" screamed Harry arching his arms against their silken bindings, feeling the muscles protest at being held in one position for so long. Bill bent down to bite Harry's lower lip, just a soft tug, before soothing the bites with his tongue. Harry groaned into his husband's mouth, thrusting his tongue against Bill's in a frantic parody of what he hoped they'd be doing soon.
Bill's weight shifted as he proceeded to kiss and lick Harry all over his face, spending a lot of time on his ears, nibbling on the lobe, breathing softly over the shell of it and Harry was rapidly turning to a puddle of goo on the bed. If Bill didn't do something and soon, Harry was going to explode anyway. "Bill, please, please!" he begged again. His cock was aching with want of a touch, any touch and Harry knew if his hands hadn't been bound, he would have been touching it himself to get some relief.
Bill grinned up at him then licked Harry's chest from throat to groin, stopping just short of Harry's pubic hair. He glanced up at Harry again, blue eyes twinkling mischievously before lowering his head and bypassing Harry's cock altogether. Harry wailed, there was no other word for it. Bill had been so close and Harry thought his need was about to be assuaged. But it seemed Bill had other plans for Harry that night. Bill scooted down the bed so that his legs were dangling off the edge, before taking Harry's balls in his mouth and sucking on them. Hard. Harry screamed at the delicious wet heat engulfing him. He could barely keep himself still, jolts of pleasure sparking out from his balls, his stomach, his cock and he never wanted it to end.
Harry heard something rustling, felt rather than saw Bill put something in his mouth against his balls and then Bill let his bollocks go, the air on his damp skin giving him goose bumps. Bill lifted Harry's thighs with strong muscled arms and spread Harry wide, staring at his most secret place. Harry felt himself flush at the wanton picture he was sure he made, arms outstretched as far as they could go, his legs spreadeagled, wide open before his husband. He felt his anal muscles clench in time with the throbbing of his cock.
Harry was almost hyper aware of everything in the room, both of them breathing heavily, the scent of sex lingering on the air, the ache in his arms and cock, sweat trickling down his body, the need coming from Bill was almost a tangible thing and Harry imagined that if his hands could move, he could reach out and grab it. "Please," said Harry, surprised his voice still worked.
Bill grinned a wicked grin before he pushed Harry's thighs almost back to his chest and leaned down. Harry expected Bill to being sucking on his balls again, but he let out a yelp of surprise when Bill began to lick behind them, licking a swathe down Harry's crease. Bill teased him, soft licks and bites until Harry was all but howling on the bed. They'd never done this before either and Harry had no idea it would feel so bloody good. He'd never felt anything like it and wondered if you could die from too much pleasure.
Then Bill was teasing, tasting his entrance and Harry felt himself twitch madly down there, as though he wanted to be filled with something, anything. He felt so empty. A few more teasing licks and then Harry felt Bill push his tongue past the ring of guardian muscles protecting his aching hole. Oh, God, it felt wonderful.
Then Bill moved his tongue, licking the sides and Harry screamed in bliss. "Don't stop! Please don't stop!" shrieked Harry as he tried to angle himself to feel even more of that wonderful tongue. Bill's tongue fluttered madly inside him and it pushed further and further in until it hit Harry's prostrate. It was if a bolt of lightning had struck him and Harry jolted on the bed. "Bill!" he screamed, too far gone in his pleasure then to wonder how Bill's tongue had managed to find his prostate.
Harry felt heat coiling in his belly as Bill continued to fuck him mercilessly with his tongue and Harry knew he couldn't take the stimulation for too much longer, he'd been teased too long beforehand. His cock throbbed with wanting release and at another jab at the bundle of nerves inside him, Harry erupted without his cock even being touched. He screamed wordlessly as he shot four or five times, over his chest, he wasn't entirely sure how many. The ecstasy was overwhelming as he sank deeper and deeper into pleasure and the world around him went completely white.
***
"Harry? Are you all right?"
Harry opened his eyes to see a very worried Bill standing over him, two white scarves in his hands.
"We don't have to do this if you don't want to," said Bill and Harry had a strange feeling of déjà vu. "You passed out as soon as you saw the scarves."
"I did?" queried Harry, just then noticing that his thighs were sticky with drying come.
"A good dream, then?" laughed Bill.
"Very," said Harry as he held out his arms. "Let's do it, Bill. I want to do this with you, very much."
Bill grinned and began to bind Harry's arm to the bed post.
"Bill, do we have any of the twins' ton-tongue toffees lying about?"
"Probably, why?"
"Oh, no reason," smiled Harry. "But they might come in handy later."
THE END
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发表于 2009-7-20 17:10
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