• 1-prologue
• 2-1
• 3-2
• 4-3
• 5-4
• 6-5
• 7-6
• 8-7
• 9-8
• 10-9
• 11-10
• 12-11
• 13-12
• 14-13
• 15-14
• 16-15
• 17-16
• 18-17
• 19-18
• 20-19

Harry let his eyes travel down the
blonde before him, noting how delicious he looked with the restraint. He knew
the way he tied it wouldn’t hurt unless the blonde overly struggled, not
wanting to rub the delicate wrists raw. The scene change was definitely a good idea.

He let his finger trail form the black silk down the arm,
over the ribs and over the hip to the blonde’s toes, omitting the nipples and
straining cock.

The gasp made his own member twitch, though he was blatantly
ignoring that for now, tickling the
foot on pure whim, rewarded with the most wonderful squeal. Ticklish,
then.

He tried
repeating the action near the ribs, the squeals accompanied by light thrashing
now. The blonde was panting heavily by the time Harry stopped, settling himself
back to a position where his hands weren’t strained. Harry had forgotten about
those, though they did aid in pulling the skin taunt over the chest he’d
tormented with the tickles.

He leaned over the blonde again to prompt him to ask again,
this time perhaps something specific, when he felt the body beneath him arch up
to meet him.

“Ask, if you want something,” he teased, the hand not used
to hold himself up pushing the body back onto the flat mattress.

“I… I…” the blonde stammered, Harry’s
nuzzling probably only serving to make him more incoherent.

“I… can’t…”

“Can’t what?” Harry pressed, not giving up so close to his
goal.

“Can’t… take it… can’t…” a moan, followed by a frustrated
groan, “need… must…”

“Do you want to cum?” Harry asked, realizing the blonde truly
couldn’t take much more, receiving a hasty nod. “You’ve only to ask for it.”

“Please…”

Harry was going to insist on
hearing the whole plea, but he knew the blonde was straining as it was.

“My pleasure.” he accepted instead, letting his hand finally
touch the blonde, thumb spreading the precum as his
other fingers wrapped around the cock. He forewent the usual teasing, knowing that
the blonde really did need to cum,
and began pumping for just a few moments before the over-stimulated member
erupted with thick, white jets. He milked the column, letting the blonde catch
his breath.

“Please.”

The word startled Harry, the blonde’s voice still breathless
from his recent experience. What did the blonde need to ask for now?

“Please what?” he asked,

“Can you… can you take the blindfold off?”

Ah. That. He moved to remove the sash from about the blonde’s
head, making sure he whispered “anything you ask” into the other boy’s ear as
he did so.

Silver eyes, still partly dilated,
stared into his own emerald pools. Next time, Harry
vowed, he’d see those eyes as the blonde came.

“Can I… can I ask for anything?” the blonde chanced asking
then,

“You can always ask,” Harry told him honestly, “I’ll try to
grant as many as I can.”

“Will you stay? Please?”

“Stay?”

“Here, now… for just a little?”

He didn’t
like staying in this room, he really didn’t. He didn’t like pretending that
whatever partner he had just fucked and he were anything but fuck buddies. He
didn’t like to get past pleasuring the body to true intimacy. That was something you were supposed to
do with someone special… not whoever found you a convenient
filler for his convenient hole at the moment. Still, the blonde was finally
asking things... and was it not one of those stepping stones; making him
willing to do things for the blonde he didn’t like?

“I’ll stay, Pet.”

Only later,
once the blonde had drifted off, did Harry realize his wrists were still bound,
and that the blonde never asked to have them taken off.

He pulled the sash connecting the bound wrists to the
headboard off, gently undoing the binding on the wrists themselves and
muttering a quiet healing charm to take care of the slight burn his earlier
thrashing had produced. Another spell got rid of the mess about them, and Harry
let himself doze as well.

Perfect.