M is for Master
Rating: NC-17
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"Hello pet."
"H-hello, Master," murmured Harry, looking to where he assumed Draco's lips to be. An unseen hand slapped his head to the side and it in turn slapped against the wall. Harry gasped at the sudden stinging pain in his face and the immediate electric charge it sent straight to his groin. M pressed up against him tighter, forcing each rise and fall of Harry's chest to press against his own.
"Who gave you permission to speak?" hissed M.
"Sorry Master," breathed Harry, knowing M liked it when his voice became breathy and light. The hands on his arms moved over his chest to the opening in his coat. Harry had remembered not to wear the buttons done up as they usually ended up lost on the floor. The hands slipped over his bare chest, his muscled stomach, making sure fingernails caught and scraped nipples. Harry gasped again.
The hands paused and then pushed Harry's coat off of his shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. Harry wriggled his wrists, attempting to get them out of the sleeves. Hands clamped down over his lower arms, keeping them from moving. Harry kept them in that position as M's hands trailed down to his wrists, tugging the clothing away so Harry was totally unclothed on his upper half before gripping Harry's wrists tightly.
Harry breathed deeply in and out of his nose. M stepped back, lifting Harry's arms to above his head and used them to force Harry around so he was facing the wall before shoving him up against it again.
"Stay, pet," commanded Draco in a playful voice. His hands left Harry's wrists to run his palms down the sinewy arms before him, down Harry's shoulders and back to cup Harry's buttocks.
"I have some nice new clothes for you, my lovely," whispered Draco in the quiet room. Harry shivered in anticipation. M squeezed the denim and underlying flesh beneath his hands, raising his hands with Harry still in them, forcing Harry onto tiptoes, weight balanced against the wall in front, hands still raised. M chuckled.
"And if you're good, there are some nice new toys we can play with," purred Draco. He punctuated his sentence with another squeeze, then let go. Harry placed both feet full on the floor as he relaxed.
Again, M commanded Harry, "Stay," before leaving the room. Harry was left in the same position, feeling exposed and vulnerable in the cool room. Harry was sure M was using magic to see in the dark. The blonde was back soon, up against Harry's bare back as if the separation had been as torturous for him as it had been for Harry.
Harry felt heavy breath against the nape of his neck. He recognized the signs of M becoming excited. Hands ran up his arms to his wrists and a smooth cloth, probably silk knowing M's taste, was wrapped around his wrists, binding them together.
"Down," stated M. Harry took it as a sign to lower his hands to in front of him, letting him rest his shoulder muscles. A cloth was then wrapped around his head, stopping him from seeing anything, not that he'd been able to before in the darkness of the room. M pressed himself fully against Harry leaving no room between them. Harry felt Draco's naked, heated front against his back. Harry relaxed against him, revelling in the warmth and safety his Master provided.
"Enlighta," called Draco out to the room and candles surrounding the rented out apartment came to life, basking the lovers in a warm glow.
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