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hpkinkfestTitle: A Most Particular Fashion Accessory
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Prompt Number: 25 submitted bybirdsofshore
Kink Showcased: Belt fetish
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Summary: How could Harry want to be beaten? Why did it excite him so much? It wasn’t just being beaten, though, it was the thought of being beaten with a belt. In his wildest dreams, he would never have imagined this fantasy coming true. How had Malfoy even known about it?
Warnings/Content Notes: Bondage, belting
Word Count: 4850
Author's Notes: Many thanks to the wonderfuljoanwilder for SpaG, sestra_prior for Britpick, and winoniel for additional SpaG. And thank you so much to the mods for running this fest. It’s always one of my favorites.
Dearbirdsofshore: I realize this is not an exchange fest, but I wanted to write something that you’d like. Your Likes/Dislikes post is great and made my job very easy. Thank you so much for the effort you put into that post. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it (and testing out my belt props to be sure that everything I describe could actually be physically done).
(Could I please have a kink: belt fetish and kink: belting tags? Thanks so much.)
~*~
A Most Particular Fashion Accessory
“Thanks for coming with me, mate. I could have done this on my own, but it’s more fun sharing the pain.”
Harry laughed. “It’s not like I have anything better to do.”
Ron grabbed the ornate handle, pulled the door open and stepped inside, Harry following right behind. The store was warmly lit. The clean, fresh scent of new fabric filled the air.
“May I help you, gentlemen?”
A man in his mid-fifties, a yellow tape measure hanging around his neck, greeted them with a smile.
“I’m Ron Weasley. This is my friend, Harry Potter. I have an appointment to be fitted for a new suit.”
“Ah, yes, Mr. Weasley. I’m Mr. Stevens. We spoke on the phone. You’ve never had your measurements taken, correct?”
“I’ve never even owned a suit before, but my wife and I are attending a special function and I don’t want to go looking like a slob.”
“Very good, sir. We should always look our best for the ladies. If you’d like to step into the back.”
Mr. Stevens turned to Harry. “This will take about twenty minutes. There’s a waiting area, with coffee, tea, and biscuits, that way,” he pointed towards the right side of the shop, “past the display of shirts.”
“Thanks. See you in about twenty minutes, Ron.”
The store was quiet, the clothing muffling sounds. There were a few other customers in the store, a man looking at shirts, a woman paying for a purchase. Harry took his time walking to the waiting area, stopping to look at several suits displayed on mannequins along the end aisles. He might have to come back here at another time and see about having a suit made. He didn’t care for Ministry functions all that much, but his job required him to make an appearance. Dress robes had always served him well, but in the past several years, Muggle clothing was becoming more common. It had started as a way for pure-bloods to make a subtle statement of acceptance of Muggle-borns, like Hermione, but now more than just pure-bloods had picked up the custom. At the last Battle of Hogwarts Remembrance Ceremony, there were only a dozen or so attendees who’d worn dress robes.
He had to admit that he preferred a man in a well-tailored suit, whose body wasn’t hidden under long, billowing robes.
Harry turned away from the suits and made his way to the waiting area, following the scent of brewing coffee. He took a deep breath, his mouth watering.
He paused, looking around. There was another scent in the air…
There, to his right. Three carousel racks with belts hanging from hooks. Each rack held a different color – one group had blacks and grays, another held browns and tans, and the third had dark, wine colors.
Harry was drawn to the blacks. He picked one out, lifting it carefully from its hook so as not to disturb the surrounding belts. He ran it slowly between his index finger and thumb. It was amazing how one side of the belt had a rough, stubbly feel while the other felt smooth and silky. He inhaled deeply, a sweet, spicy scent filling his nose. It took him back to his Quidditch days at Hogwarts. He closed his eyes, feeling the soft suppleness of the belt in his hand, remembering how the leather leg-guards always enhanced the look of the players’ arses, one arse in particular coming to mind. As much as he’d disliked Malfoy, Harry had to admit that flying against him had always added a certain spark to the games.
Harry opened his eyes and examined the buckle. It was solid black, made of a lightweight metal. He wrapped the belt around his waist, above the band of his jeans so as to judge the fit better. He didn’t pull the end through the buckle, just crossed the ends over to see how much excess there’d be. This one was a perfect length.
He took the belt from around his waist and pulled the end through the buckle, forming a loop. He slipped it around his right wrist and slowly pulled until it was tight. His cock began to harden as he imagined how both wrists would feel, bound by the leather.
Would his hands be behind his back?
Would he be on a bed, the belt securing his hands to the headboard?
Instead of his wrists, maybe it would be around his neck, a hand tugging the strap, forcing him to his knees, his head down, his mouth open, waiting to be filled.
Or what if the belt didn’t bind him at all?
His knees went weak, thinking of the belt, folded in half, the sting of it as it was brought down on his naked arse…
He took a deep breath, trying to regain control of himself. This was a public place! He didn’t want to cause himself to come in the middle of the store because he had a kink for leather belts.
Reluctantly, he put the belt back on the hook. Although expensive, he could easily afford it. He somehow felt it wasn’t something he wanted to buy with Ron around, though. He could make a trip back to the shop in a few weeks, maybe get a suit for himself and buy the belt then.
He turned and headed to the waiting area, allowing the fragrance of the brewed coffee to overpower the scent of black leather.
~*~
“Pansy. This is a surprise. What’s so important that you had to make a special trip to my office?”
Pansy smiled as she sat down in front of Draco’s desk. “I have something to show you.”
She took out her smart phone and touched the screen a few times before handing it to him. He honestly disliked the phones, the way they seemed to be everywhere, intruding on wizards’ lives. He’d made a lot of money, though, investing in the development and manufacture of a special case which filtered out magical interference, so he couldn’t really complain too much.
He took the phone from Pansy. A video was starting to play, blurry at first until the focus adjusted to the subject. It looked like the inside of a menswear shop.
“What’s this?”
“I was in Shades of Grey today, picking out a shirt and tie for Blaise to wear with his new suit. Weasley and Potter came into the store. Apparently Weasley is trying to update his look and was getting fitted for a suit. I didn’t pay them much attention until Potter walked over to the belt display. He didn’t see me – I was well hidden behind the rack of ties – so I took out my mobile and called up the video app…”
Draco wasn’t paying attention to Pansy any longer. His focus was solely on the video, and Potter. Good lord, Potter was handling that belt like it was some sort of sex toy. What kind of fantasies were going through that head of his? There was an unmistakable hardness in Potter’s trousers so it must have been a good one. The look of longing and regret on Potter’s face as he put the belt back on the hook was priceless.
So, Potter had a belt fetish.
He handed the phone back to Pansy. “Can you forward a copy to my email? I’d like to see that a few more times.”
“I thought you’d enjoy it.” Pansy smiled as she tapped the phone’s screen again. “There, it’s sent. Well, I’ll be on my way. Happy wanking.”
“What makes you think I’m going to wank over that?” Draco asked, feigning shock in his voice.
“Please. I see how you look at him when you think no one is watching. And I see how he looks at you, too. It makes all those boring Ministry functions much more enjoyable, watching the two of you pretending to still hate each other when I know you just want to shag each other senseless.”
Draco laughed. “You must be pretty bored, then, coming up with that. Potter watches everyone at Ministry functions. It’s the Auror in him. Besides, I’ve tried making conversation with him. All I ever get is, ‘Hello, Malfoy,’ and then he looks suspiciously at me, like he wonders what evil I’m plotting against him.”
“I don’t think he’s looking at you suspiciously. He’s looking at you hoping you’re plotting evil against him.”
Draco stood and walked her to the door. “You could be right. I guess you’ll just have to wait and see what happens next month at the Humanitarian Awards ceremony.”
~*~
Harry was bored, as usual. He was happy to see Hermione and Ron out together. They didn’t get much time alone now that they had Rose and Hugo. Ron looked like a different person in his new suit. But always being obligated to attend Ministry functions was the one downside of being Head Auror. Normally, he could pass the time by watching Malfoy. Malfoy would spend the evening chatting up the other Ministry department heads. Everyone liked Malfoy. He’d done a lot of work, rebuilding the Malfoy name, reaching out to people like Hermione and the Weasleys, making up for past sins. It was rumored that Kingsley favored Malfoy as his replacement when he retired as Minister of Magic.
Malfoy always attended alone but never left that way, although he showed no interest in a steady relationship. Which was the main reason Harry was always less than receptive to Malfoy’s overtures of friendship. There was no way Harry could ever be ‘just friends’ and he didn’t want to become one of Malfoy’s one-night stands, either. He wanted more than that from Malfoy, and he wasn’t willing to settle for anything less.
Harry felt a twinge of disappointment. It was getting late and he hadn’t seen Malfoy tonight.
“Looking for someone, Potter?”
Harry started. He’d been so preoccupied searching for Malfoy that he hadn’t even noticed when the man had come up beside him.
Harry turned his head as he spoke. “No one in particu –”
All thoughts left Harry’s head, his eyes going wide as he looked Malfoy up and down.
“I take it you approve of my new suit. I’ve been told it’s the thing to wear these days, especially for pure-bloods. It’s supposed to show we no longer believe in pure-blood superiority. To tell the truth, I gave up on that belief when I discovered how useful Muggle smart phones and tablets could be.”
Harry could see Malfoy’s mouth move, could hear the words Malfoy spoke, but they sounded far off in the distance. Harry’s attention was entirely focused on how Malfoy looked in the suit, the way the jacket and trousers accentuated his trim build. He wore the suit casually, with the jacket unbuttoned and no tie, the shirt open at the top and showing a tantalizing bit of pale, pink skin.
Then Harry’s mouth went dry. Malfoy’s right hand held a drink. His left hand rested casually at his waist, thumb hooked over the top of a beautiful black leather belt, index and middle fingers moving sensually along the outside. Harry let out a soft moan, watching those long, delicate fingers move slowly back and forth, up and down…
“See something you like, Potter?”
Harry glanced up quickly, meeting Malfoy’s eyes. He could feel his face turning red. “Sorry, I – I didn’t mean to stare.” He straightened, trying to retain what little dignity he had left. “I was taken by surprise, that’s all. I never expected to see you in a suit.”
Malfoy took a step closer. “You know, Potter, you put on a good show. For a while, I believed it, but I see through you now. You don’t dislike me as much as you let on. In fact, it’s quite the opposite.”
Harry’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I neither like nor dislike you. In fact, I feel nothing for you at all.”
Malfoy smiled, lifting his chin. “Care to put that to a test? Meet me in my office in ten minutes.”
Malfoy turned to go. Harry grabbed his arm, then let go as if he’d been burnt. “If you think I’ll meet you just because you order me to, think again,” he hissed.
“What’s the matter, Potter? Scared of me? Or of yourself?”
Harry was fuming. He hated Malfoy right now. The smug bastard knew Harry wouldn’t back down from a challenge.
“Fine. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
~*~
Harry took the lift to level five where the Department of International Magical Cooperation was located. Malfoy had been the Department Head for the past three years. He’d done groundbreaking work in opening up trade with the Far East and Russia, which was the main reason he was being considered as Kingsley’s successor.
The lift jerked to a stop. Harry stepped out into the deserted hallway. His footsteps echoed as he walked towards Malfoy’s office. The outer office was dark, Malfoy’s assistant gone for the night. The interior door was ajar. Harry knocked, then pushed the door open.
Malfoy was sitting at his desk. He’d taken off his jacket and was leaning back in his chair, his feet propped up on his desk. He was reading something on his tablet and it was a few moments before he looked up at Harry. “So – you came after all.”
“Did you really think I wouldn’t after you challenged me like that? You knew I would. I just don’t understand why you’d want me when you can have your pick of any witch or wizard.”
Malfoy stood slowly, setting the tablet on the desk as he walked towards Harry. Harry turned warily, keeping Malfoy in his sight, but Malfoy walked past him to the office door, locking it. Harry was about to protest, but Malfoy told him, “I’m only locking it to keep anyone from barging in on us. You can leave any time, but I’d like to think that I can make you want to stay.”
Harry knew he shouldn’t have come. Being this close to Malfoy, alone in a locked room, was making his body react in ways that made him grateful he had his dress robes on. He really needed to get out of there soon or he was going to do or say something to give himself away.
“Look, Malfoy, this was a bad idea. I have no doubt of your sexual prowess. But – I want more than one night, and you don’t seem interested in a long-term relationship. We just aren’t compatible with what we want.”
Malfoy leaned against the door, giving Harry a dazzling smile. “I think you’ll find that we’re more compatible than you’d think. It’s been brought to my attention that there is a particular fashion accessory that you – admire.”
Harry was confused. What was Malfoy going on about?
“What do you mean, a fashion accessory?”
Malfoy pushed away from the door, standing straight. His hands went to his waist, and with slow, deliberate movements, he began to unbuckle his belt…
Harry froze, unable to move, unable to look away from those long, graceful fingers as they pulled the belt from around Malfoy’s waist. When the strip of leather was free, Malfoy folded it in half. He walked slowly towards Harry, drawing his attention away from the belt, then stopped just inches in front of him, staring into his eyes.
“Take your robes off,” Malfoy whispered.
Harry could feel his face flushing, his heart beginning to beat faster. It felt surreal, like he’d stepped into one of his fantasies. He should tell Malfoy to sod off. He should leave, now, before things went any further. Once he complied, there’d be no turning back. Malfoy would be able to hold this over his head for the rest of their lives.
Harry took a step back, trying to put distance between them, but Malfoy was quick, wrapping his arms around Harry and pulling him in, their bodies pressed together. Then Malfoy’s mouth was on his, Malfoy’s tongue pushing against his lips.
It was too much. Harry couldn’t fight his own desire and Malfoy’s, too. He surrendered, wrapping his arms around Malfoy and opening his mouth, allowing Malfoy in.
Harry had been kissed by many different people, women and men both, but none had the passion of Malfoy. Harry felt like he was being devoured, Malfoy’s tongue exploring every part of his mouth. Harry thrust his hips forward, rubbing his hard cock against Malfoy’s leg like a randy dog. Malfoy’s hand lowered to Harry’s arse, fingers digging in hard.
When Malfoy finally broke the kiss, he nuzzled the side of Harry’s neck, sucking and biting. Chills went up Harry’s spine as his rutting against Malfoy’s leg became faster, more desperate.
Suddenly, Malfoy’s hands were on Harry’s arms, pushing him away. Harry was panting hard, trying to catch his breath.
“Take your robes off,” Malfoy whispered again.
This time, Harry didn’t hesitate. He shrugged out of his robes, letting them fall to one side on the floor.
“Put your hands behind your back, and don’t move.”
Harry swallowed hard. Before he had time to think of all the reasons why this would be a bad idea, his hands were behind his back, crossed at the wrists. He stood perfectly still, fighting the urge to turn as Malfoy walked behind him.
He heard the tinny clink of metal, felt the smoothness of leather as it was looped around his wrists, then cinched tight. Malfoy wove the end of the belt around, in, then out, then in. Giving one more tug, the belt was secured. Harry pulled, testing Malfoy’s work – his hands were completely bound. Just the feel of being helpless, imagining how his hands must look, wrapped in the black leather, made Harry’s pulse race faster.
He felt Malfoy’s hands on his shoulders, pressing him down. He didn’t need Malfoy to say what he wanted. Harry slowly fell to his knees. He kept his eyes lowered. Malfoy moved to stand in front of him. Harry took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. He had to clear his mind or he was going to come, just thinking of being on his knees, helpless and waiting to be face-fucked by a former Death Eater.
The sound of a zip, the rustle of fabric…
Fingers wound themselves in Harry’s hair, tugging his head back so that he was looking straight at Malfoy’s exposed cock. It was beautiful, if a cock could even be called that, full and thick, the head a dark purplish-red and dripping pre-come.
Harry’s mouth watered at the sight. He leaned forward, tentatively sticking his tongue out to lap at the clear drops of fluid, then teasingly pressed into the slit. Malfoy moaned softly as Harry moved his tongue around the head, licking around and under the ridge. Opening his mouth, he sucked the head inside. Slowly, he opened wider, pulling more of Malfoy in until he could feel Malfoy’s cock press against the back of his throat.
Malfoy’s grip tightened painfully, holding Harry’s head in place as he began to thrust. Harry had to fight his gag reflex as Malfoy’s movements became faster, his cock pushing deeper down Harry’s throat. He could do this, he wanted to do this, he wanted Malfoy to come in his mouth, to taste him, to drink him all up…
“Yes, Potter, suck me…oh gods, yes, just like that…ah!”
Malfoy half shouted, half groaned, his cock pulsing, come shooting against the back of Harry’s throat. He swallowed it all, taking every last bit down, not letting a single drop of the precious fluid escape from his mouth.
Malfoy stood still, taking in deep breaths as he came down from his release, his fingers massaging through Harry’s hair. He carefully pulled his cock free of Harry’s mouth and zipped himself back up.
Harry didn’t move, unsure of what to do now. He was still hard, having focused more on sucking off Malfoy than on his own release. With his hands bound behind him, he couldn’t even wank himself off as he sucked Malfoy.
Malfoy took hold of Harry by one arm, helping him to his feet. He was a bit wobbly, his legs tingling from being on his knees for so long, but he hadn’t completely lost feeling in them.
“That was great,” Malfoy said, his voice raspy. His free hand went to Harry’s groin, squeezing his erection through his trousers. “I think you deserve a reward for being such a good little cock-sucker.”
Still holding on to Harry’s arm, Malfoy guided him to the side of the desk, facing him forward. It was sturdy, made of rich mahogany. The tablet that Malfoy had been reading when Harry had first walked in was the only item on top of the desk.
Malfoy pressed up against Harry’s back, kissing and sucking along the side of his neck, while his hands wrapped around Harry’s front and undid his belt buckle. “Since my belt is currently being put to use, I’m going to have to borrow yours,” Malfoy said as he pulled it free from the loops.
Harry was embarrassed for Malfoy to see his belt, especially when compared to the one Malfoy had been wearing. Harry’s was old and worn, made of cheap leather. Because he wore it under his robes, he hadn’t cared what it looked like, but now he wished he’d gone back to Shades of Grey and bought the one he’d seen there.
Once Malfoy had tugged the belt free, he undid the zip on Harry’s trousers and worked his hand inside Harry’s pants, squeezing his hard cock. Harry leaned back, losing himself in the pleasure of Malfoy’s hand as it moved up and down, over and around the head, his finger digging into the slit. He could feel his balls drawing up, his release just seconds away…
Then Malfoy’s hand was gone!
“No, don’t stop now!” Harry begged. “I was almost there.”
Before he knew what was happening, Harry felt his trousers and pants being pulled down around his knees, then a hand between his shoulder blades, forcing him face down on the desk. He felt helpless, his bare arse exposed and on display. He hoped Malfoy had some lube in that desk and would take time to prepare him properly. He didn’t mind being the one fucked, but it could hurt if it wasn’t done properly, and it wasn’t the kind of hurt he enjoyed.
“Don’t move. I don’t want to accidentally strike you in the wrong place.”
“What?” Harry started to ask what Malfoy meant, then it all made sense, why Malfoy needed Harry’s belt.
Malfoy wasn’t going to fuck him – he was going to use the belt on him.
Harry shivered. In his wildest dreams, he would never have imagined this fantasy coming true. How had Malfoy even known?
Harry closed his eyes, gritting his teeth. He didn’t want to cry out on the first strike, or even the second or third. After that, he wasn’t sure if he could keep quiet, or even if he’d want to. He was never quiet in his fantasy, crying out for it to stop, then crying out for more.
Malfoy started rubbing his hand over Harry’s right arse cheek – no, not his hand. It was too cold, too smooth. It was the belt. Malfoy was teasing him with it, running it lightly over one cheek, then the other, down his crack, between his thighs, tapping his balls.
Harry moaned, the thought of being hit on his balls making his stomach lurch, but his cock twitched in approval. How could he want to be beaten? Why did it excite him so much? It wasn’t just being beaten, though, it was the thought of being beaten with a belt.
Harry felt Malfoy’s breath, hot in his ear. “Do not come until I tell you to. Do you understand?”
Harry nodded, but he wasn’t sure he had that kind of control. Malfoy’s teasing touches with the belt had him ready to fall over the edge at any moment.
The only warning he got was a whooshing sound, followed by a loud crack as the belt made contact with his arse. The sting wasn’t as bad as he’d expected, but then it blossomed, traveling throughout his body. He jerked against the table, unable to hold still. He took deep breaths, riding out the pain. He tried to spread his legs wider, but they were trapped by the fabric of his trousers. He pulled back towards the edge of the table, forcing his arse out further, moving it slightly from side to side, trying to tell Malfoy he wanted more.
A second whoosh, crack, and sting. Tears welled up in his eyes. He wasn’t going to make it. He could feel the orgasm trying to escape.
“Please, Malfoy,” he begged. “Let me come. I need to come. I can’t hold it back.”
“Such a light-weight, Potter. Very well. You have permission to come with the next strike.”
Harry took a deep breath. He held completely still.
Whoosh.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Harry screamed, his arse on fire. The edges of his vision turned dark as his orgasm overtook him. White pulses of come shot out from his cock, covering the side of the desk. His legs gave out and he started to fall, but Malfoy was there, catching him and lowering them both gently to the ground. His orgasm continued shaking him, tears streaming down his face, come spurting onto his belly and Malfoy’s shirt. Malfoy held him tight, planting soft kisses in his hair, rocking him slowly back and forth. Harry continued to cry, burying his face against Malfoy’s chest, listening to soft words of comfort being murmured in his ear.
~*~
Harry didn’t know how long they stayed like that. He must have dozed off. Malfoy continued holding him but was now silent. Harry’s tears had long dried. Malfoy’s shirt and Harry’s stomach were clean of come. Malfoy must have cast a cleaning charm, but Harry didn’t remember hearing it. Malfoy had also removed his belt from around Harry’s wrists. Harry was holding on to Malfoy’s arm with an iron grip.
He was starting to get cold, his pants and trousers still around his knees, his bare arse in Malfoy’s lap. He let loose of Malfoy’s arm and looked up, not knowing what to expect as he looked into Malfoy’s eyes. Malfoy smiled down at him and kissed him lightly on the lips.
“How are you feeling?” Malfoy asked.
Harry sighed, not sure what to say. He felt so many things right now. Content, sore, exhausted, happy, sad – how could he put it into words?
He smiled back at Malfoy. “I’ve never had an orgasm that intense before. That was – amazing.”
“Can you stand yet, or do you still need to sit for a while?”
Harry moved his legs. Damn, his arse was sore, but he felt strong enough to stand.
“I can stand. Just give me a minute.”
Harry rolled off Malfoy’s lap and to his knees, carefully pulling his pants and trousers up. He let out a low hiss of pain as the fabric brushed against the welts he knew had been left by the belt.
Malfoy got to his feet and held out his hand. Harry hesitated a moment, thinking back to a time long ago when the same hand had been held out to him and he’d refused to take it.
Harry took the hand now. Malfoy pulled, steadying him as he got to his feet. Harry felt an overwhelming sense of sadness. He didn’t want to leave, but he knew it was time for him to go.
He looked around for his belt, but didn’t see it. Malfoy must have known what he was looking for, because he leaned down and picked it up from under the desk.
He held it out to Harry, but when Harry took it, Malfoy didn’t let it go.
“You don’t have to run off. Come back to the Manor with me – stay the night. You shouldn’t be alone. I want to take care of you. You’re going to be sore in the morning. I have a special salve I created myself that I can put on those welts.”
Harry looked at him in surprise. “I’m not sure it’s a good idea.”
Harry wanted to be with Malfoy, but if he couldn’t have more than tonight, it was better that they end things now.
Malfoy pulled him close. “I don’t want this to be a one-night stand. All my other lovers, they meant nothing to me. They were stand-ins for who I really wanted – you. But you always put me off when I’d try and talk with you. I didn’t think you even liked me, let alone be willing to go out with me.”
“What changed your mind? Why did you come to me tonight?”
Malfoy laughed. “Did you know those Muggle smart phones have a video app? Let me show you something…”
~ Fin ~
18-Feb-2015
Author:
hpstrangelovePrompt Number: 25 submitted by
birdsofshoreKink Showcased: Belt fetish
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Summary: How could Harry want to be beaten? Why did it excite him so much? It wasn’t just being beaten, though, it was the thought of being beaten with a belt. In his wildest dreams, he would never have imagined this fantasy coming true. How had Malfoy even known about it?
Warnings/Content Notes: Bondage, belting
Word Count: 4850
Author's Notes: Many thanks to the wonderful
joanwilder for SpaG, sestra_prior for Britpick, and winoniel for additional SpaG. And thank you so much to the mods for running this fest. It’s always one of my favorites.Dear
birdsofshore: I realize this is not an exchange fest, but I wanted to write something that you’d like. Your Likes/Dislikes post is great and made my job very easy. Thank you so much for the effort you put into that post. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it (and testing out my belt props to be sure that everything I describe could actually be physically done).(Could I please have a kink: belt fetish and kink: belting tags? Thanks so much.)
~*~
A Most Particular Fashion Accessory
“Thanks for coming with me, mate. I could have done this on my own, but it’s more fun sharing the pain.”
Harry laughed. “It’s not like I have anything better to do.”
Ron grabbed the ornate handle, pulled the door open and stepped inside, Harry following right behind. The store was warmly lit. The clean, fresh scent of new fabric filled the air.
“May I help you, gentlemen?”
A man in his mid-fifties, a yellow tape measure hanging around his neck, greeted them with a smile.
“I’m Ron Weasley. This is my friend, Harry Potter. I have an appointment to be fitted for a new suit.”
“Ah, yes, Mr. Weasley. I’m Mr. Stevens. We spoke on the phone. You’ve never had your measurements taken, correct?”
“I’ve never even owned a suit before, but my wife and I are attending a special function and I don’t want to go looking like a slob.”
“Very good, sir. We should always look our best for the ladies. If you’d like to step into the back.”
Mr. Stevens turned to Harry. “This will take about twenty minutes. There’s a waiting area, with coffee, tea, and biscuits, that way,” he pointed towards the right side of the shop, “past the display of shirts.”
“Thanks. See you in about twenty minutes, Ron.”
The store was quiet, the clothing muffling sounds. There were a few other customers in the store, a man looking at shirts, a woman paying for a purchase. Harry took his time walking to the waiting area, stopping to look at several suits displayed on mannequins along the end aisles. He might have to come back here at another time and see about having a suit made. He didn’t care for Ministry functions all that much, but his job required him to make an appearance. Dress robes had always served him well, but in the past several years, Muggle clothing was becoming more common. It had started as a way for pure-bloods to make a subtle statement of acceptance of Muggle-borns, like Hermione, but now more than just pure-bloods had picked up the custom. At the last Battle of Hogwarts Remembrance Ceremony, there were only a dozen or so attendees who’d worn dress robes.
He had to admit that he preferred a man in a well-tailored suit, whose body wasn’t hidden under long, billowing robes.
Harry turned away from the suits and made his way to the waiting area, following the scent of brewing coffee. He took a deep breath, his mouth watering.
He paused, looking around. There was another scent in the air…
There, to his right. Three carousel racks with belts hanging from hooks. Each rack held a different color – one group had blacks and grays, another held browns and tans, and the third had dark, wine colors.
Harry was drawn to the blacks. He picked one out, lifting it carefully from its hook so as not to disturb the surrounding belts. He ran it slowly between his index finger and thumb. It was amazing how one side of the belt had a rough, stubbly feel while the other felt smooth and silky. He inhaled deeply, a sweet, spicy scent filling his nose. It took him back to his Quidditch days at Hogwarts. He closed his eyes, feeling the soft suppleness of the belt in his hand, remembering how the leather leg-guards always enhanced the look of the players’ arses, one arse in particular coming to mind. As much as he’d disliked Malfoy, Harry had to admit that flying against him had always added a certain spark to the games.
Harry opened his eyes and examined the buckle. It was solid black, made of a lightweight metal. He wrapped the belt around his waist, above the band of his jeans so as to judge the fit better. He didn’t pull the end through the buckle, just crossed the ends over to see how much excess there’d be. This one was a perfect length.
He took the belt from around his waist and pulled the end through the buckle, forming a loop. He slipped it around his right wrist and slowly pulled until it was tight. His cock began to harden as he imagined how both wrists would feel, bound by the leather.
Would his hands be behind his back?
Would he be on a bed, the belt securing his hands to the headboard?
Instead of his wrists, maybe it would be around his neck, a hand tugging the strap, forcing him to his knees, his head down, his mouth open, waiting to be filled.
Or what if the belt didn’t bind him at all?
His knees went weak, thinking of the belt, folded in half, the sting of it as it was brought down on his naked arse…
He took a deep breath, trying to regain control of himself. This was a public place! He didn’t want to cause himself to come in the middle of the store because he had a kink for leather belts.
Reluctantly, he put the belt back on the hook. Although expensive, he could easily afford it. He somehow felt it wasn’t something he wanted to buy with Ron around, though. He could make a trip back to the shop in a few weeks, maybe get a suit for himself and buy the belt then.
He turned and headed to the waiting area, allowing the fragrance of the brewed coffee to overpower the scent of black leather.
~*~
“Pansy. This is a surprise. What’s so important that you had to make a special trip to my office?”
Pansy smiled as she sat down in front of Draco’s desk. “I have something to show you.”
She took out her smart phone and touched the screen a few times before handing it to him. He honestly disliked the phones, the way they seemed to be everywhere, intruding on wizards’ lives. He’d made a lot of money, though, investing in the development and manufacture of a special case which filtered out magical interference, so he couldn’t really complain too much.
He took the phone from Pansy. A video was starting to play, blurry at first until the focus adjusted to the subject. It looked like the inside of a menswear shop.
“What’s this?”
“I was in Shades of Grey today, picking out a shirt and tie for Blaise to wear with his new suit. Weasley and Potter came into the store. Apparently Weasley is trying to update his look and was getting fitted for a suit. I didn’t pay them much attention until Potter walked over to the belt display. He didn’t see me – I was well hidden behind the rack of ties – so I took out my mobile and called up the video app…”
Draco wasn’t paying attention to Pansy any longer. His focus was solely on the video, and Potter. Good lord, Potter was handling that belt like it was some sort of sex toy. What kind of fantasies were going through that head of his? There was an unmistakable hardness in Potter’s trousers so it must have been a good one. The look of longing and regret on Potter’s face as he put the belt back on the hook was priceless.
So, Potter had a belt fetish.
He handed the phone back to Pansy. “Can you forward a copy to my email? I’d like to see that a few more times.”
“I thought you’d enjoy it.” Pansy smiled as she tapped the phone’s screen again. “There, it’s sent. Well, I’ll be on my way. Happy wanking.”
“What makes you think I’m going to wank over that?” Draco asked, feigning shock in his voice.
“Please. I see how you look at him when you think no one is watching. And I see how he looks at you, too. It makes all those boring Ministry functions much more enjoyable, watching the two of you pretending to still hate each other when I know you just want to shag each other senseless.”
Draco laughed. “You must be pretty bored, then, coming up with that. Potter watches everyone at Ministry functions. It’s the Auror in him. Besides, I’ve tried making conversation with him. All I ever get is, ‘Hello, Malfoy,’ and then he looks suspiciously at me, like he wonders what evil I’m plotting against him.”
“I don’t think he’s looking at you suspiciously. He’s looking at you hoping you’re plotting evil against him.”
Draco stood and walked her to the door. “You could be right. I guess you’ll just have to wait and see what happens next month at the Humanitarian Awards ceremony.”
~*~
Harry was bored, as usual. He was happy to see Hermione and Ron out together. They didn’t get much time alone now that they had Rose and Hugo. Ron looked like a different person in his new suit. But always being obligated to attend Ministry functions was the one downside of being Head Auror. Normally, he could pass the time by watching Malfoy. Malfoy would spend the evening chatting up the other Ministry department heads. Everyone liked Malfoy. He’d done a lot of work, rebuilding the Malfoy name, reaching out to people like Hermione and the Weasleys, making up for past sins. It was rumored that Kingsley favored Malfoy as his replacement when he retired as Minister of Magic.
Malfoy always attended alone but never left that way, although he showed no interest in a steady relationship. Which was the main reason Harry was always less than receptive to Malfoy’s overtures of friendship. There was no way Harry could ever be ‘just friends’ and he didn’t want to become one of Malfoy’s one-night stands, either. He wanted more than that from Malfoy, and he wasn’t willing to settle for anything less.
Harry felt a twinge of disappointment. It was getting late and he hadn’t seen Malfoy tonight.
“Looking for someone, Potter?”
Harry started. He’d been so preoccupied searching for Malfoy that he hadn’t even noticed when the man had come up beside him.
Harry turned his head as he spoke. “No one in particu –”
All thoughts left Harry’s head, his eyes going wide as he looked Malfoy up and down.
“I take it you approve of my new suit. I’ve been told it’s the thing to wear these days, especially for pure-bloods. It’s supposed to show we no longer believe in pure-blood superiority. To tell the truth, I gave up on that belief when I discovered how useful Muggle smart phones and tablets could be.”
Harry could see Malfoy’s mouth move, could hear the words Malfoy spoke, but they sounded far off in the distance. Harry’s attention was entirely focused on how Malfoy looked in the suit, the way the jacket and trousers accentuated his trim build. He wore the suit casually, with the jacket unbuttoned and no tie, the shirt open at the top and showing a tantalizing bit of pale, pink skin.
Then Harry’s mouth went dry. Malfoy’s right hand held a drink. His left hand rested casually at his waist, thumb hooked over the top of a beautiful black leather belt, index and middle fingers moving sensually along the outside. Harry let out a soft moan, watching those long, delicate fingers move slowly back and forth, up and down…
“See something you like, Potter?”
Harry glanced up quickly, meeting Malfoy’s eyes. He could feel his face turning red. “Sorry, I – I didn’t mean to stare.” He straightened, trying to retain what little dignity he had left. “I was taken by surprise, that’s all. I never expected to see you in a suit.”
Malfoy took a step closer. “You know, Potter, you put on a good show. For a while, I believed it, but I see through you now. You don’t dislike me as much as you let on. In fact, it’s quite the opposite.”
Harry’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I neither like nor dislike you. In fact, I feel nothing for you at all.”
Malfoy smiled, lifting his chin. “Care to put that to a test? Meet me in my office in ten minutes.”
Malfoy turned to go. Harry grabbed his arm, then let go as if he’d been burnt. “If you think I’ll meet you just because you order me to, think again,” he hissed.
“What’s the matter, Potter? Scared of me? Or of yourself?”
Harry was fuming. He hated Malfoy right now. The smug bastard knew Harry wouldn’t back down from a challenge.
“Fine. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
~*~
Harry took the lift to level five where the Department of International Magical Cooperation was located. Malfoy had been the Department Head for the past three years. He’d done groundbreaking work in opening up trade with the Far East and Russia, which was the main reason he was being considered as Kingsley’s successor.
The lift jerked to a stop. Harry stepped out into the deserted hallway. His footsteps echoed as he walked towards Malfoy’s office. The outer office was dark, Malfoy’s assistant gone for the night. The interior door was ajar. Harry knocked, then pushed the door open.
Malfoy was sitting at his desk. He’d taken off his jacket and was leaning back in his chair, his feet propped up on his desk. He was reading something on his tablet and it was a few moments before he looked up at Harry. “So – you came after all.”
“Did you really think I wouldn’t after you challenged me like that? You knew I would. I just don’t understand why you’d want me when you can have your pick of any witch or wizard.”
Malfoy stood slowly, setting the tablet on the desk as he walked towards Harry. Harry turned warily, keeping Malfoy in his sight, but Malfoy walked past him to the office door, locking it. Harry was about to protest, but Malfoy told him, “I’m only locking it to keep anyone from barging in on us. You can leave any time, but I’d like to think that I can make you want to stay.”
Harry knew he shouldn’t have come. Being this close to Malfoy, alone in a locked room, was making his body react in ways that made him grateful he had his dress robes on. He really needed to get out of there soon or he was going to do or say something to give himself away.
“Look, Malfoy, this was a bad idea. I have no doubt of your sexual prowess. But – I want more than one night, and you don’t seem interested in a long-term relationship. We just aren’t compatible with what we want.”
Malfoy leaned against the door, giving Harry a dazzling smile. “I think you’ll find that we’re more compatible than you’d think. It’s been brought to my attention that there is a particular fashion accessory that you – admire.”
Harry was confused. What was Malfoy going on about?
“What do you mean, a fashion accessory?”
Malfoy pushed away from the door, standing straight. His hands went to his waist, and with slow, deliberate movements, he began to unbuckle his belt…
Harry froze, unable to move, unable to look away from those long, graceful fingers as they pulled the belt from around Malfoy’s waist. When the strip of leather was free, Malfoy folded it in half. He walked slowly towards Harry, drawing his attention away from the belt, then stopped just inches in front of him, staring into his eyes.
“Take your robes off,” Malfoy whispered.
Harry could feel his face flushing, his heart beginning to beat faster. It felt surreal, like he’d stepped into one of his fantasies. He should tell Malfoy to sod off. He should leave, now, before things went any further. Once he complied, there’d be no turning back. Malfoy would be able to hold this over his head for the rest of their lives.
Harry took a step back, trying to put distance between them, but Malfoy was quick, wrapping his arms around Harry and pulling him in, their bodies pressed together. Then Malfoy’s mouth was on his, Malfoy’s tongue pushing against his lips.
It was too much. Harry couldn’t fight his own desire and Malfoy’s, too. He surrendered, wrapping his arms around Malfoy and opening his mouth, allowing Malfoy in.
Harry had been kissed by many different people, women and men both, but none had the passion of Malfoy. Harry felt like he was being devoured, Malfoy’s tongue exploring every part of his mouth. Harry thrust his hips forward, rubbing his hard cock against Malfoy’s leg like a randy dog. Malfoy’s hand lowered to Harry’s arse, fingers digging in hard.
When Malfoy finally broke the kiss, he nuzzled the side of Harry’s neck, sucking and biting. Chills went up Harry’s spine as his rutting against Malfoy’s leg became faster, more desperate.
Suddenly, Malfoy’s hands were on Harry’s arms, pushing him away. Harry was panting hard, trying to catch his breath.
“Take your robes off,” Malfoy whispered again.
This time, Harry didn’t hesitate. He shrugged out of his robes, letting them fall to one side on the floor.
“Put your hands behind your back, and don’t move.”
Harry swallowed hard. Before he had time to think of all the reasons why this would be a bad idea, his hands were behind his back, crossed at the wrists. He stood perfectly still, fighting the urge to turn as Malfoy walked behind him.
He heard the tinny clink of metal, felt the smoothness of leather as it was looped around his wrists, then cinched tight. Malfoy wove the end of the belt around, in, then out, then in. Giving one more tug, the belt was secured. Harry pulled, testing Malfoy’s work – his hands were completely bound. Just the feel of being helpless, imagining how his hands must look, wrapped in the black leather, made Harry’s pulse race faster.
He felt Malfoy’s hands on his shoulders, pressing him down. He didn’t need Malfoy to say what he wanted. Harry slowly fell to his knees. He kept his eyes lowered. Malfoy moved to stand in front of him. Harry took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. He had to clear his mind or he was going to come, just thinking of being on his knees, helpless and waiting to be face-fucked by a former Death Eater.
The sound of a zip, the rustle of fabric…
Fingers wound themselves in Harry’s hair, tugging his head back so that he was looking straight at Malfoy’s exposed cock. It was beautiful, if a cock could even be called that, full and thick, the head a dark purplish-red and dripping pre-come.
Harry’s mouth watered at the sight. He leaned forward, tentatively sticking his tongue out to lap at the clear drops of fluid, then teasingly pressed into the slit. Malfoy moaned softly as Harry moved his tongue around the head, licking around and under the ridge. Opening his mouth, he sucked the head inside. Slowly, he opened wider, pulling more of Malfoy in until he could feel Malfoy’s cock press against the back of his throat.
Malfoy’s grip tightened painfully, holding Harry’s head in place as he began to thrust. Harry had to fight his gag reflex as Malfoy’s movements became faster, his cock pushing deeper down Harry’s throat. He could do this, he wanted to do this, he wanted Malfoy to come in his mouth, to taste him, to drink him all up…
“Yes, Potter, suck me…oh gods, yes, just like that…ah!”
Malfoy half shouted, half groaned, his cock pulsing, come shooting against the back of Harry’s throat. He swallowed it all, taking every last bit down, not letting a single drop of the precious fluid escape from his mouth.
Malfoy stood still, taking in deep breaths as he came down from his release, his fingers massaging through Harry’s hair. He carefully pulled his cock free of Harry’s mouth and zipped himself back up.
Harry didn’t move, unsure of what to do now. He was still hard, having focused more on sucking off Malfoy than on his own release. With his hands bound behind him, he couldn’t even wank himself off as he sucked Malfoy.
Malfoy took hold of Harry by one arm, helping him to his feet. He was a bit wobbly, his legs tingling from being on his knees for so long, but he hadn’t completely lost feeling in them.
“That was great,” Malfoy said, his voice raspy. His free hand went to Harry’s groin, squeezing his erection through his trousers. “I think you deserve a reward for being such a good little cock-sucker.”
Still holding on to Harry’s arm, Malfoy guided him to the side of the desk, facing him forward. It was sturdy, made of rich mahogany. The tablet that Malfoy had been reading when Harry had first walked in was the only item on top of the desk.
Malfoy pressed up against Harry’s back, kissing and sucking along the side of his neck, while his hands wrapped around Harry’s front and undid his belt buckle. “Since my belt is currently being put to use, I’m going to have to borrow yours,” Malfoy said as he pulled it free from the loops.
Harry was embarrassed for Malfoy to see his belt, especially when compared to the one Malfoy had been wearing. Harry’s was old and worn, made of cheap leather. Because he wore it under his robes, he hadn’t cared what it looked like, but now he wished he’d gone back to Shades of Grey and bought the one he’d seen there.
Once Malfoy had tugged the belt free, he undid the zip on Harry’s trousers and worked his hand inside Harry’s pants, squeezing his hard cock. Harry leaned back, losing himself in the pleasure of Malfoy’s hand as it moved up and down, over and around the head, his finger digging into the slit. He could feel his balls drawing up, his release just seconds away…
Then Malfoy’s hand was gone!
“No, don’t stop now!” Harry begged. “I was almost there.”
Before he knew what was happening, Harry felt his trousers and pants being pulled down around his knees, then a hand between his shoulder blades, forcing him face down on the desk. He felt helpless, his bare arse exposed and on display. He hoped Malfoy had some lube in that desk and would take time to prepare him properly. He didn’t mind being the one fucked, but it could hurt if it wasn’t done properly, and it wasn’t the kind of hurt he enjoyed.
“Don’t move. I don’t want to accidentally strike you in the wrong place.”
“What?” Harry started to ask what Malfoy meant, then it all made sense, why Malfoy needed Harry’s belt.
Malfoy wasn’t going to fuck him – he was going to use the belt on him.
Harry shivered. In his wildest dreams, he would never have imagined this fantasy coming true. How had Malfoy even known?
Harry closed his eyes, gritting his teeth. He didn’t want to cry out on the first strike, or even the second or third. After that, he wasn’t sure if he could keep quiet, or even if he’d want to. He was never quiet in his fantasy, crying out for it to stop, then crying out for more.
Malfoy started rubbing his hand over Harry’s right arse cheek – no, not his hand. It was too cold, too smooth. It was the belt. Malfoy was teasing him with it, running it lightly over one cheek, then the other, down his crack, between his thighs, tapping his balls.
Harry moaned, the thought of being hit on his balls making his stomach lurch, but his cock twitched in approval. How could he want to be beaten? Why did it excite him so much? It wasn’t just being beaten, though, it was the thought of being beaten with a belt.
Harry felt Malfoy’s breath, hot in his ear. “Do not come until I tell you to. Do you understand?”
Harry nodded, but he wasn’t sure he had that kind of control. Malfoy’s teasing touches with the belt had him ready to fall over the edge at any moment.
The only warning he got was a whooshing sound, followed by a loud crack as the belt made contact with his arse. The sting wasn’t as bad as he’d expected, but then it blossomed, traveling throughout his body. He jerked against the table, unable to hold still. He took deep breaths, riding out the pain. He tried to spread his legs wider, but they were trapped by the fabric of his trousers. He pulled back towards the edge of the table, forcing his arse out further, moving it slightly from side to side, trying to tell Malfoy he wanted more.
A second whoosh, crack, and sting. Tears welled up in his eyes. He wasn’t going to make it. He could feel the orgasm trying to escape.
“Please, Malfoy,” he begged. “Let me come. I need to come. I can’t hold it back.”
“Such a light-weight, Potter. Very well. You have permission to come with the next strike.”
Harry took a deep breath. He held completely still.
Whoosh.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Harry screamed, his arse on fire. The edges of his vision turned dark as his orgasm overtook him. White pulses of come shot out from his cock, covering the side of the desk. His legs gave out and he started to fall, but Malfoy was there, catching him and lowering them both gently to the ground. His orgasm continued shaking him, tears streaming down his face, come spurting onto his belly and Malfoy’s shirt. Malfoy held him tight, planting soft kisses in his hair, rocking him slowly back and forth. Harry continued to cry, burying his face against Malfoy’s chest, listening to soft words of comfort being murmured in his ear.
~*~
Harry didn’t know how long they stayed like that. He must have dozed off. Malfoy continued holding him but was now silent. Harry’s tears had long dried. Malfoy’s shirt and Harry’s stomach were clean of come. Malfoy must have cast a cleaning charm, but Harry didn’t remember hearing it. Malfoy had also removed his belt from around Harry’s wrists. Harry was holding on to Malfoy’s arm with an iron grip.
He was starting to get cold, his pants and trousers still around his knees, his bare arse in Malfoy’s lap. He let loose of Malfoy’s arm and looked up, not knowing what to expect as he looked into Malfoy’s eyes. Malfoy smiled down at him and kissed him lightly on the lips.
“How are you feeling?” Malfoy asked.
Harry sighed, not sure what to say. He felt so many things right now. Content, sore, exhausted, happy, sad – how could he put it into words?
He smiled back at Malfoy. “I’ve never had an orgasm that intense before. That was – amazing.”
“Can you stand yet, or do you still need to sit for a while?”
Harry moved his legs. Damn, his arse was sore, but he felt strong enough to stand.
“I can stand. Just give me a minute.”
Harry rolled off Malfoy’s lap and to his knees, carefully pulling his pants and trousers up. He let out a low hiss of pain as the fabric brushed against the welts he knew had been left by the belt.
Malfoy got to his feet and held out his hand. Harry hesitated a moment, thinking back to a time long ago when the same hand had been held out to him and he’d refused to take it.
Harry took the hand now. Malfoy pulled, steadying him as he got to his feet. Harry felt an overwhelming sense of sadness. He didn’t want to leave, but he knew it was time for him to go.
He looked around for his belt, but didn’t see it. Malfoy must have known what he was looking for, because he leaned down and picked it up from under the desk.
He held it out to Harry, but when Harry took it, Malfoy didn’t let it go.
“You don’t have to run off. Come back to the Manor with me – stay the night. You shouldn’t be alone. I want to take care of you. You’re going to be sore in the morning. I have a special salve I created myself that I can put on those welts.”
Harry looked at him in surprise. “I’m not sure it’s a good idea.”
Harry wanted to be with Malfoy, but if he couldn’t have more than tonight, it was better that they end things now.
Malfoy pulled him close. “I don’t want this to be a one-night stand. All my other lovers, they meant nothing to me. They were stand-ins for who I really wanted – you. But you always put me off when I’d try and talk with you. I didn’t think you even liked me, let alone be willing to go out with me.”
“What changed your mind? Why did you come to me tonight?”
Malfoy laughed. “Did you know those Muggle smart phones have a video app? Let me show you something…”
~ Fin ~
18-Feb-2015
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Date: 2015-02-20 12:14 am (UTC)I always love this fest because it allows so much exploration of things that would be taboo otherwise.
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Date: 2015-02-19 08:09 am (UTC)I loved it! Thanks so much for writing this. Great job.
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Date: 2015-02-20 12:33 am (UTC)I used to go country western dancing and wore a black leather belt (to match my boots). I loved how it felt and the fresh clean scent of leather - I tried to channel that into Harry's desire. I'm glad it worked and that the belting didn't come across as too extreme (I try and write what I enjoy and just hope others will too, but I can enjoy some pretty dark stuff so I'm never sure).
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Date: 2015-02-20 12:46 am (UTC)I love Pansy, too. She's a fun character to write, especially as Draco's friend.
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Date: 2015-02-19 01:49 pm (UTC)This was an absolute pleasure to read. I was unsure at first where it was going, with the set up with Ron and the department store, but I was GAWPING when Harry started having a moment with the belts right there in public. WHOA! That was hot and also kind of amused me. Harry, you big dork! The fact that he was being filmed and it got back to Malfoy was just perfect. It gave Draco all of the inside knowledge he needed to wrongfoot Harry and totally exploit his kink and I LOVED that. Malfoy was so deliciously toppy and Slytherin all the way through, Harry did not stand a chance.
I really noticed that you included a lot of sensory details about the belt, and especially the SMELL of the leather and also things like the scent of the department store. I have such a thing for smells, I don't know if this was a lucky co-incidence, but it worked beautifully for me. But I think possibly my favourite part was Malfoy standing in his beautiful suit (LOVED the focus on suits, too - that was almost an extra featured kink) and slyly caressing the belt he was wearing. *fistbite* So hot and wicked.
I would have been happy with either of them being subby, but the fact that it was Harry (and that he fantasises about being tied up and dominated, while he's Head Auror) fits so well with my head canon. The description of Harry's hands being tied was fabulous. I loved the details and the way he pictured what he must look like. This nearly did me in:
He had to clear his mind or he was going to come, just thinking of being on his knees, helpless and waiting to be face-fucked by a former Death Eater.
OH, Harry, you're so bad! And then you spoiled me to bits with the lovely blow job ♥. Aaaah, thank you for that! And Harry coming from being belted was HOT, omg, yes, nice.
I really liked the ending with Malfoy being about to show Harry the incriminating video. I can only imagine how embarrassed Harry will feel, and I suspect they will BOTH find it inspires them for round 2 of belt play? This was super kinky and fun. Thank you SO much - you did a wonderful job with my little prompt and I will be coming back to this one to enjoy it all over again.
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Date: 2015-02-20 01:24 am (UTC)I used to sew and always enjoyed going into a fabric store and just inhaling, getting high on the fabric sizing. And the fragrance of leather goods - belts, boots, purses, briefcases - OMG, it was so difficult to describe. I think somewhere in your likes/dislikes I read you liked sensory descriptions so wanted to get those in there (I have a thing for freshly brewed coffee, if you can't tell from the story. And totally OT but related to scents - are you old enough to have ever smelled a mimeographed copy? That is simply heaven - something the younger generation probably will never get to experience).
Anyway, you left a great prompt. I like to at least try and write something the prompter will enjoy - I'm very glad it worked.
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Date: 2015-02-19 08:18 pm (UTC)Draco taking control and giving Harry exactly what he wanted was so hot. He was especially sweet at the end as he cared for Harry and made it clear he wasn't a one-off. I love when feels and kinks collide!
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Date: 2015-02-20 01:30 am (UTC)There's so much emotion involved with a kink like belting. I wanted Draco to understand that and be there for Harry, and a one-off just wouldn't be right.
Thanks so much for such a lovely comment.
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