OHDEARMERLIN

I don't think I've ever written anything so graphic before in my life.

Chapter Forty Seven

Harry's POV

Harry bit his lip as, once again, he felt his cock – which was still encased within the leather pants – rub up against his thigh. The smallest amount of friction was driving him mad with wanton need and he was thankful when he reached the bed.

Shakily he climbed on to it before flopping down, trying to regain his breath. Vaguely he realised the bed covers had changed from that of its usual soft linen, to a thick, soft fur which felt so damn good on his bare torso.

Vaguely, Harry heard Lucius say, "Good boy," before he moved one of his hands down to try and touch himself.

"Ah, ah, ah," Lucius said from behind Harry, and Harry felt a strong hand enclose round his wrist which was so close to touching his aching limb. "Patience is a virtue, Harry."

Harry rolled onto his side and gasped as he felt the soft, fur quilt beneath him rub against his prickling skin.

"Mmm... please..." Harry murmured, not sure what he was asking for.

Suddenly he felt the bed dip, and he knew that Lucius must have joined him. Opening his eyes, he noticed that Lucius was poised over him, his grey eyes lustful.

"Please what?" the man murmured, resting one of his fingers over Harry's half open mouth.

"It... h-hurts..." Harry groaned as his throbbing erection pressed ever more against the extremely tight shorts.

"Yes, I suppose you've done enough for some sort of release," the man whispered, his cool breath tickling Harry's neck.

Harry rolled from his side and onto his back and arched his bottom half up, inviting Lucius to assist him.

Hazily, he saw the man smirk as he felt the shorts being torn from his body, whether by magic or Lucius' fierce force he didn't know, neither did he care. Also, his collar and chain had gone which was a plus.

"Hhnng!" he moaned, as the cool air hit his erection. Viciously and hurriedly he pulled Lucius towards him from the front of the man's shirt and gasped when the man's trousered crotch brushed against his exposed one. He threw his head back as he felt Lucius' finger gently touch the head of his cock, then slowly slide up to crawl under the slit.

That was all it took. Without any further prompting, Harry's seed exploded wildly onto Lucius chest and, for the second time that night, he saw stars.

"Did that feel good?" purred Lucius as Harry regained his mind stability. "Do you want to come again, but this time by me and me alone?"

"Yessss," Harry hissed, his hands gripping Lucius' shoulders in what had to be a painful grasp. Lucius' words were so brutal, yet true at the same time that Harry felt he could listen to the man all night and orgasm over and over again.

"Turn over," Lucius murmured, and Harry instantly tried to obey; the damn aphrodisiac made his body so sensitive that the softness of the quilt was making him aroused again, therefore moving became quite a struggle.

Clumsily he rolled over, revelling in the softness of the fur until he came to a halt on his front, his face buried in the material as the chain that ran down from his neck to his shorts dug into his torso slightly.

Then, he felt a finger tracing down his back making goosebumps sprout all over his body. The hand – annoyingly – missed Harry's arse and travelled down so it was tracing the inside of Harry's thigh.

He then felt Lucius' soft hair tickle his neck as the man leant over to whisper in his ear, "Your skin is so soft, Harry."

Harry groaned at the tickling sensation on his thigh and felt his cock twitch at the sensitivity on his leg. He also felt something slightly sticky underneath him and realised some pre-cum must have stuck to the duvet.

"I know what you want," the man said, as the hand that was continuing it's harassment on Harry's leg danced upwards so it was outlining Harry's entrance.

"Then do it!" Harry growled into the bed, earning a chuckle from the man. His arse filled with lubricant and he braced himself for what was next.

The man hauled Harry's arse up into the air and suddenly Harry felt three fingers up his arse; they instantly started to pummel further and further inside until, "HAHHHH," they reached his prostate.

The ruthless fingers continued to pound into that precious spot and Harry bucked his arse up into the air wanting to get them further inside.

"M-more," he mewled out, and was rewarded with another finger and a thumb penetrating his hole. "Mmmore!" he persisted, knowing this was the accursed drug Lucius had slipped him talking, but the need to be filled was overpowering.

"But, Harry –"

"Please!" he gasped.

The man didn't object again, and Harry felt his arse getting stretched further and further as something pushed its way in.

"That's my fist," Lucius whispered, and Harry wasn't sure whether to be frightened, disturbed or proud.

The fingers, no, hand, that was buried inside him brushed against his prostate again and again, making Harry convulse in pleasure every other second or so.

How could he be getting so much pleasure from a fist?

Then, without any warning, the fist was removed and Harry felt strangely loose.

"I need you now," Lucius hissed, and Harry heard Lucius unzipping his flies, followed by the squelching noise of lubricant that Lucius was applying to his limb.

Without any warning, Harry's arse was full again, this time with something much longer and downright better.

The man moaned behind Harry and, again, that wonderful sensation of pure ecstasy travelled through Harry, making his breath hitch and the blood in his veins flow south to his cock.

The man ruthlessly pounded into Harry and, as he reached his orgasm, he felt a sharp pain on his shoulder and realised that Lucius had bit down onto the crook of where his neck started and shoulder finished.

"Harry..." came the muffled voice of Lucius, and he felt the man's own orgasm fill up his arse.

Lucius' POV

Never, ever in his life had he seen something so beautiful as a writhing, begging Harry Potter. The thought of it made him smile, but as he heard Harry groan out words like, "More!" and "Do it!" he found himself remembering that Harry had never been this pushy and was reminded that it was the aphrodisiac. However, he reminded himself that Harry wouldn't object to him anyway so he ignored the guilty feeling in the back of his mind.

He cast a quick, wandless healing charm on the boy's arse just to be safe, unlike the other time where he'd neglected Harry's health. He then did his fly up and continued to suck on Harry's shoulder. He could taste the saltiness of the boy's skin from the perspiration, but there was also a sweet taste to it which must have been from the aphrodisiac shower gel.

"You smell so good, I want to eat you up," Lucius murmured as Harry fell limp, clearly exhausted from his orgasm.

"N-no," Harry croaked out, and Lucius was taken by surprise at the objection. But then Harry pushed himself up shakily and turned round so he was on his back, the green eyes gazing into Lucius'. "I want to eat you up."

Then, with startling force, the boy pushed Lucius so Lucius was on his back, Harry towering over him.

"Harry..." Lucius started, but stopped as Harry tugged off the tie and tore open his shirt, ignorant of breaking the buttons.

As Harry leant over him, Lucius could smell, now more than ever, the beautiful aroma that was lingering on Harry's body. He needed to taste that fine body... the smell alone was driving him mad!

However, before he could swap his position with Harry's, he found his arms were bound to the headboard.

"Potter!" he yelled.

"I've been doing my own research, Professor," Harry whispered into Lucius' ear, licking the shell of it as he moved away.

Note to self, Lucius thought angrily. Harry + Aphrodisiac = overly-confident Gryffindor.

Coming out from his mental notes, Lucius saw Harry pushing his legs apart. The boy then unzipped Lucius' fly with his teeth and Lucius groaned; it was a most arousing sight.

Slowly, Harry pulled Lucius' trousers down, followed by the underwear.

"Mmm... I'm hungry," Harry murmured, before taking Lucius' organ in his mouth in one large mouthful.

Lucius gasped and pulled against his bonds.

"P-Potter..." he said through clenched teeth, but didn't know what else to say; the only words running though his mind were 'Potter', 'Needy', 'More', and 'Gooooood'.

Slumping back against the pillows in defeat, he tried to enjoy this position, even if it was – in some ways – submissive.

Wait... What?! No! Malfoy's never ever subm–

"Ahhhhhh..." He couldn't hold the groan in as Harry's tongue poked through the slit, and then moved on to take one of his balls in his mouth.

Neither could he hold in his need to come, so with a violent buck into Harry's mouth, he emptied his pulsing cock.

Slumping down again he breathed heavily, his mind hazy.

"Y-you..." he growled.

Harry's face appeared above his, eyes dark and mouth red-raw.

"Me," Harry said angelically.

Lucius leant forwards as far as he could towards the not-so-innocent boy.

"Get. Me. Out. Of. These. Bonds," he hissed slowly and dangerously, but Harry just stroked his hand up and down Lucius' bicep.

"I can see why you like being in the situation I'm in, now," the boy said with a grin. "Much more fun."

Lucius glared; he didn't know why he was so against submitting himself to Harry, considering how much he loved the boy, but he knew he wouldn't get any satisfaction by staying like this.

So, using his wandless magic that he had taught Harry, he managed to undo the bonds and, once free, immediately sat up. He pushed the not-so-arrogant Harry back down and tied his limbs to each corner of the bed.

"Wha-?" But with another does of wandless magic, Lucius had put a pretty, black bow over Harry's mouth.

"Remember; you owe me, therefore I choose what we do," Lucius said, as he paced round the bed thinking.

Then he had an idea.

Looking at the put-out boy on his bed, he remembered how much he had wanted Harry to choose the schoolgirl outfit...

As soon as the leather waistcoat, leather skirt and leather tie was in place, he removed the bow from the boy's mouth and awaited the cursing that would follow:

"You bastard!" Harry croaked. "Get me out of this sickening outfit! You're a creep for having these weird fetishes! You let me... no you made me choose an outfit and I did! I didn't choose this one for a reason!"

"And what reason is that?" Lucius asked casually, examining his nails.

"BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO LOOK LIKE A SCHOOLGIRL!" the boy shrieked.

Lucius looked over at the fuming boy and smiled fondly. The aphrodisiac had obviously worn off and his normal Harry was back.

"So would you prefer me to put you in those leather shorts again?" Harry froze and Lucius nodded knowingly. "I thought not. After all, at least you get some freedom in this outfit," Lucius said, taking an obvious glance down under Harry's 'skirt'.

"Stop looking!" Harry growled as he tried to close his legs, but the bonds kept him in place. A blush was forming on his cheeks.

Lucius joined Harry on the bed and lay next to him, his hand resting on Harry's tense stomach.

"Your reactions are adorable," Lucius whispered.

Harry grunted and struggled against the ropes that were binding him to the bed, and Lucius held Harry's jaw and turned the boy's face towards him.

"Apologise for tying me down and I'll release you," he said with a leer.

"Sorry!" Harry said quickly.

Lucius nodded and undid Harry's bonds.

"It's late, we should get some sleep," he murmured, pulling Harry towards him.

"Whatever," Harry mumbled, and Lucius patted Harry's head before snuggling under the covers.

"Wait, aren't you going to take the outfit off?" Harry asked hopefully.

"In the morning..." Lucius muttered through a yawn before falling asleep.

He missed Harry's livid expression.

*Blushing madly* Um, thanks for... uh... you know, reading and stuff... hope you ahem liked it and... yeah...

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