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Fic: The Ball (Charlie/Harry, Charlie/Harry/Cedric, Harry/Cedric)
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hp_springsmut last year that I've never posted here... Basically, I set out to write as many of my favourite kinks as possible plus a few of the recipients ;). As always, I'd love to hear what you think.
Title: The Ball
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wook77
Recipient:elinevere at hp_springsmut last year.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Charlie/Harry, Charlie/Harry/Cedric, Harry/Cedric
Wordcount: 4468
Warnings: AU (per request, Cedric didn't die at the end of GoF). PWP. Breathplay, bondage, D/s, threesomes, toys, object insertion, roleplay, foodplay, exhibitionism, voyereuism, wanking, denied orgasm, cross-dressing, mentions of het, mentions of femmeslash, rimming, dirty talk,
Summary: At a Fetish Ball, Harry discovers that fantasy and reality could become intertwined. His fantasies are more than even he had realized.
A/N: forelinevere who requested no vanilla (she also said – "I'm pretty damn kinky") and Harry's POV. I took the "pretty kinky" ball and ran with it. I hope you enjoy. Many thanks go to my betas – D, the two J's, T, W and Y. I added after I sent it to them so any mistakes are my own. Finally – thanks to starrysummer for hosting this thing, you're amazing!
The leather was tight and restrictive. The collar, slightly too tight for comfort, was causing Harry to breathe shallowly. Harry bent to touch his toes, testing the give of the leather, feeling a sharp pain in his arse as the plug shifted in response. The leather was exactly right and Harry smiled to himself in the mirror as he straightened to standing.
The final touch was a small black leather bowtie that he fastened to the collar around his neck. It was a bit of a joke and Harry wasn't sure if the reaction would be positive or negative. Either way, Harry was sure that he would enjoy it.
One last look, one last twirl in front of the mirror, and Harry was ready for the evening. As he finished his preening, a slow appreciative clapping filled the air. Harry met the eyes of his lover in the mirror before turning and hurrying over to the man in the doorway. He knelt and rubbed his cheek against the leg in front of him. The gentle glide of fingers through his hair made him smile.
"Finally ready, then?"
Harry nodded, once more rubbing his cheek against the leather in front of him. A finger brushed against the small bowtie. "Nice touch. Let's go."
Hearing the click of the leash being fastened to his collar, Harry stood. Together, they Apparated to the discreet location in the alley beside an unremarkable warehouse. On the far side of a loading ramp, they knocked on the door. After the viewing window was opened, the eyes behind it gleamed and the door opened.
"Welcome to The Pit, boys. Have a good time." Smirk spreading across the face of the bouncer as he watched, Harry was lead through the entryway by the leash. The ever-so-slight tension in the leash caused his collar to pull, and as it tightened just a bit more, Harry felt his erection begin to grow.
The pair paused at the check-in area where they were scanned for weapons. After passing the test, the duo slipped to the side where Charlie pulled out a hood. Harry knelt once more, allowing the leather to slip over his head, its solidness interrupted only by the zippered closure along the back of his head and the hole that fit his mouth. His world darkened instantly and Harry's cock hardened completely. The tap on his chin implied an order that Harry open his mouth and he responded. The cold metal of the spider gag slipped in. His mouth formed an "O" and became just another hole. Harry knew from experience that he would be unable to shut his mouth until his lover released the gag. The leather trousers became a tight prison for his prick as Harry anticipated the evening activities.
When the leash tugged, Harry followed. He wove through the press of bodies at its command. The madrigal collar, used on greyhounds, was not quite a choke collar but it wasn't a regular collar either. Instead, it was the best of both worlds for Harry, as it forced him to rely on the slight tightening in a certain direction.
Harry had complete trust in his lover as he was led through the crowd. Random hands touched and caressed him as he walked. His world was dark and he could only breathe through his mouth. Spit pooled at the corners of his mouth and he sucked at the gag, trying to keep from drooling. His lover would be displeased with him if he was to drool on himself and that would result in punishment.
"Charlie, how…things?" His lover stopped to talk to the person that addressed him. The accent and voice were familiar but everything was muffled inside the hood. He could only catch a few words as the other person addressed him.
The muted conversation gave Harry a moment to absorb his surroundings. He couldn't see, but Charlie's hand on his leash removed that need. Charlie wouldn't allow anything to happen to Harry that he knew Harry wouldn’t want. He couldn't hear very well, the hood ensured that, but he knew that if there were something he needed to hear, Charlie would guarantee that he heard. Harry couldn't smell anything other than the leather that pressed against his nostrils. Harry couldn't taste anything other than the metal behind his teeth and the anticipation in the air.
Harry could feel, though. He could feel the pressure of his trousers forcing his erection close to his body. He could feel the sweat and the pre-come pooling in his groin. He could feel the slight breeze as the crowd shifted around him. That breeze, as it brushed against his chest and arms, caused his nipples to harden. The breeze also brushed against where the leather parted in the seat of his trousers. In a way, the trousers were more like chaps in the back. His arse was completely exposed and Harry loved the way that the skin - leather, silk and lace clad - tempted him to press backwards to feel them closer.
However, Harry stayed where he was, still and silent. He knew from experience that if he gave into the urge to rub his arse against the other bodies, Charlie would be displeased and they wouldn't come to The Pit, this Fetish Ball, again for a very long time. That was a punishment that Harry just couldn't face. It had happened almost a year ago.
Charlie and Harry had started dating shortly after The War. It was a time that Harry didn't like to think of as it reminded him far too much of things lost, people lost. The pain of that loss had driven him to start destroying himself. Only Charlie had seen it and pulled him back from the edge.
The first time had been an experiment in trust. That time, the hood had not blocked his vision. Instead, Harry could see the dancing and gyrating bodies all around him. The next time, the hood had partially severed his vision. The time after that, his vision disappeared.
A year ago, however, Harry had gone too far. He'd somehow slipped the leash and found himself, blinded and alone, in the middle of the dance floor. Hands had felt and touched and scared. The feeling had aroused as well as destroyed. He'd unwittingly slipped back into his self-destructive path. To say that Charlie had been displeased would be an understatement. It had taken months before Harry and Charlie came back.
At a tug of the leash, Harry followed. The bodies pressed nearer, forcing Harry closer to Charlie. Soon, Charlie stopped. When Harry felt Charlie's arms around him, Harry put his own arms around his lover's body. The throb of the music around him was keeping him at that heightened sense of awareness. The bass of the music rumbled in his chest as bodies pressed and rubbed, keeping his motions in time to the music.
The beat was infectious and hypnotizing. Charlie cast a spell and Harry could hear the music clearly. Its thrum and rhythm throbbed and demanded as Charlie pressed their groins together. Soon, their dance became more sex than a dance as they bled into one motion, rocking back and forth, grinding and touching. Rough hands gripped his neck, pulling him forward, tilting his blinded head upwards as lips pressed against his splayed ones. The touch of a tongue on his lips while their bodies swayed in that facsimile of sex almost sent Harry over the edge. He wanted desperately to bite down on his tongue to keep from losing control. The gag behind his teeth denied him that relief.
His distress led him to mewl against those lips. Charlie must have understood because he reached down a hand between their bodies and cupped Harry's erection. He squeezed cruelly, cutting off the impending orgasm.
"Not now, pet. Don't lose control yet. I have plans for us." Harry wanted to grin in response but the gag kept him from doing so. Instead, he raked his nails down and then up Charlie's back. When Charlie's hands disappeared from his body, Harry mewled once more. Suddenly, his trousers were undone and there was tightness around the base of his cock that then wrapped around his balls. The cool air touched his prick and made him moan.
"Does that help, pet?" Charlie's voice purred against the hood. For a moment, Harry wanted to lose the hood and feel that hot breath against his ear. To compensate for his traitorous thoughts, even though there was no way Charlie could know, Harry slid down his lover's body until he was on his knees. He rubbed his face on that leather frantically, desperately trying to convey his desires.
Yet again, Charlie knew exactly what Harry wanted and the slide of cock into his mouth made Harry moan around his mouthful. The gag kept him from refusing Charlie, kept him from resisting Charlie fucking his mouth, not that he would ever resist. The gag forced him to allow Charlie the freedom of thrusting as deeply as he wanted. His lover had a thick cock, blunt at the tip and so very different from his own. It was very similar to the man around it.
Because of the hood, Harry couldn't see how many people were watching or partaking in the same activities. Instead, Harry could only focus on the ebb and flow of bodies around them, touching and dancing to the hypnotic beat. He was so turned on that he wanted to explode, needed to explode as Charlie continued to fuck his mouth. Sucking frantically, trying to keep from drooling, Harry felt the salty thick taste of Charlie burst over his tongue.
Charlie's hands were rough as they pulled Harry up. The abrupt gesture caused Harry's plug to shift and move within him and he let out another moan.
"Did you like that, pet?" Harry nodded and followed along as the leash pulled tightly at his neck.
Once more, as they fought their way through the press of bodies, Harry could feel hands touching him randomly, grabbing his arse, fondling his crotch through the leather, pinching a nipple and tugging on his gag. Those anonymous hands were almost as erotic as Charlie's. Those hands were so very different from Charlie's; they were larger, smaller, more masculine, more feminine, skinnier, fatter, longer, shorter. It didn't matter, they were touching him and that was enough.
As they made their way through the pulsating crowd, Harry reflected once more. The first time he'd been blinded and led through the crowd, he'd almost panicked. Now, his trust that Charlie would not steer him wrong, would not allow anything that Harry didn't want to happen, was infinite.
When Charlie sat, Harry knelt slightly in front and to the right to him. The gag was removed and Harry felt something soft press against his lips. He bit down gently and the taste of strawberries burst into his mouth. The half-eaten fruit was then rubbed across his bare chest, juice dripping down his body. As the fruit pressed against his lips once more, Harry felt a tongue licking across his chest as Charlie whispered in his ear, "More, pet?"
Those lips were not Charlie's, that tongue was not Charlie's because there was no way for him to be licking and nipping at Harry's skin at the same time as whispering against the hood. Harry desperately wanted to remove the leather and find out just who was touching him. In the three years they'd been together, no one else had ever touched him with their lips. It was unnerving and Harry imperceptibly shifted away from that tongue.
"Shh, pet, it'll be fine. You don't want him to think you don't like him, do you?" Harry was torn between protesting and allowing. Unsure how to respond, Harry merely trembled under the assault as another sticky slice of fruit was pressed against his skin and swirled around his nipples. Those lips continued their attack.
A dollop of cold slid down the center line of his chest before it was traced with that wet hot tongue.
"You've wanted this for so long, pet. I know you have. Do you want to see, pet?" Curiosity getting the better of him, Harry finally nodded. The zipper slowly slid up the back of his head, catching a bit of hair in its teeth. That slight tug of pain added to the surreal experience, arousing at the same time as confusing Harry.
When Harry regained his sight, he blinked as he looked into the eyes of Cedric Diggory. There was a very un-Cedric-like smile haunting those lips as their eyes met before he went back to laving Harry's chest. There was also a very un-Cedric-like skirt around his waist and a black bustier around his chest.
Weeks ago, they'd discussed fantasies of boyhood. Harry had mentioned that one of his greatest crushes throughout Hogwarts had been Cedric. After they'd both escaped death in that graveyard, Harry had dreamt of the older boy, now man. There were times, to Harry's shame, that he had to bite his tongue as Charlie thrust into him because he wanted to cry out Cedric's name. He wasn't sure why he was still so fixated on Cedric when Harry and Charlie had been together for so many years. Harry loved Charlie and he knew that Charlie loved him. However, he often dreamt about Cedric, waking up in the middle of the night, spent and wet.
Through that discussion of fantasies and crushes, Charlie must have hatched this plan. After all, Charlie had mentioned his own crush on the charismatic man. There was just something about Cedric's stare and the way his lips quirked in humor that pulled a person towards him.
Harry jumped from his thoughts as Cedric bit down on a nipple. Harry shot backwards and his back pressed against Charlie's leg. As Harry and Cedric maintained eye contact, Cedric's tongue darted out and licked at the injured nipple. Charlie's hands slithered across his skin, leaving a trail of heat behind them as they anchored Harry's body against his legs.
The ring around his cock and balls became painfully pleasurable as Cedric continued to suck and lick his way up and down Harry's chest and neck. Charlie bent forward and sucked in Harry's lobe before whispering, "Do you like my gift?"
Had that ring not been present, Harry would have come just at the combination of the breath against his skin and the question. It was far too much and Harry couldn't answer. Instead, he bobbed his head up and down, torn between pressing forward or pressing backwards.
When Cedric's lips touched his, Harry moaned into his mouth as they kissed, if it could even be described as a kiss. What started as an almost gentle touch became a fierce battle of need waged with teeth and tongue. Cedric pressed forward until Charlie's knees opened and the back of Harry's head touched Charlie's crotch. The hardness reminded Harry of Charlie's presence and he broke off the kiss.
Harry arched backwards, collar pressing into his neck and looked up at Charlie as Cedric took advantage of the exposed skin to nip at the juncture between neck and collarbone. Charlie grinned before leaning forward and pressing that grin against Harry's lips. This kiss was much gentler than the one between Harry and Cedric.
A hand cupped his erection through his pants, reminding him of the denied orgasm and the fact that he was engrossed in his favorite wanking fantasy of his teen years. He looked down and Cedric was slowly unbuttoning the top button, keeping his eyes on Harry's face. Ever so gently, he pushed his hand inside the narrow gap between tight leather and hard flesh. As Cedric's hand delved further, the zipper slid down until Harry's prick sprang free. The pressure disappeared and Harry tossed his head back in relief.
When he looked up, a woman, clothed only in the silver paint that coated her body, gyrated in time with the throbbing industrial beat. The cage she was in barely shifted as she danced in a simulation of sex. On the catwalk that ran beside the cage, a woman had her torso bent forward over the railing as a blond-haired and aristocratic man pounded into her from behind. Her eyes stared at another cage suspended from the ceiling, a dark-skinned man pulled up his companion's skirt before fisting his cock while fucking roughly. Beside the woman over the railing, two women kissed and touched.
The sights were overwhelming and the ring around his cock and balls tightened even further. The pain was erotic in its own way. Harry panted, desperation increasing when Cedric laid his chest on his knees to lap at the head of Harry's dark purple cock. It hurt but it felt so good.
This was what they came for, this affirmation of their relationship and, more importantly, their positions in this relationship. It wasn't for the sight of the man across the way, sucking his master's cock as the man kissed the white-clad woman next to him. It wasn't for the woman staring, embarrassed and intrigued while the Asian man next to her rubbed behind her. It wasn't for the man strapped onto a table while a woman sucked at his arse. It wasn't for the woman, dressed in a tight leather bustier as she flogged a suspended man while a woman rubbed against her leg. It wasn't for the throbbing beat that demanded movement. It wasn't even for the fulfillment of fantasy. It was for the affirmation of Charlie's protection and Harry's need.
When Cedric sucked him down, Harry keened, the collar tightening around his exposed throat. He was in danger of succumbing to the sensory overload but Charlie's hand on his chest, pressing him further and deeper into the vee of his thighs, rooted Harry.
Suddenly, Charlie pulled Harry up to sit on his leg. Harry slid out of Cedric's mouth, teeth lightly scrapping against his hyper-aware skin.
"Do you want to fuck him?" Harry looked at Charlie, unsure of how to respond. He wanted to, urgently and desperately, but he wasn't sure how that would affect them. When he saw that Charlie wanted it as well, Harry nodded. Charlie smiled and pulled Cedric up until he was on his knees but almost at eye level with Harry and Charlie.
Charlie leaned forward and kissed Cedric. The sight intrigued Harry as it continued before Charlie broke the kiss and whispered something in Cedric's ear. When they broke apart, Cedric smiled before shifting his position until he was on his hands and knees. Charlie pushed at Harry until he slid forward and spread Cedric's cheeks.
Cedric had come prepared; his own black rubber plug was easily removed. Harry quickly replaced it with his cock. The heat and the tightness around his cock were far too much. Harry could feel Charlie's hands on his balls before the pressure of the ring disappeared. He could only thrust a few times before he exploded into Cedric. His orgasm, denied for the hours they'd been in the club ripped through him.
Harry didn't allow himself the time to recover. Instead, he pulled out and then slid underneath Cedric. He lay on his back and pulled at Cedric's hips until Cedric was fucking his mouth. Cedric felt so much different from Charlie. Where Charlie was blunt and thick, Cedric was longer and narrower. The difference made the sensation that much sweeter. This was far better than any dream Harry had ever had. Keeping his lips locked on the prick, Harry sucked and licked.
Hands pulled his legs into the air and his plug disappeared only to be replaced by Charlie's cock. Harry was being fucked twice and his cock started to harden once more. Between the taste of the cock in his mouth and Charlie rutting into him, Harry couldn't find his rhythm. Instead, he allowed the pair to set their own rhythm.
Unable to decide where to focus his gaze, he looked to the side where the woman and two men were watching. As he stared, the woman reached down and pinched her nipple before grabbing the kneeling man's head and pushing it between her legs. Their eye contact never broke as she began to writhe under his ministrations. The other man with the white-clad woman simply watched Harry, as Harry watched his partners. A rough thrust swung Harry's attention back to the two men mounting him. Cedric thrust deeply and unexpectedly Harry bit back his gag. The startled noise and the twisted face told Harry that Charlie had spread Cedric's cheeks and was doing untold things to him. Jealousy and arousal battled within Harry as his imagination conjured up what Charlie could be doing. Finally, Cedric came and Harry swallowed around the pulsing prick.
As Harry had expected, Charlie held out longer. Instead of coming, Charlie thrust and fisted Harry's cock. Cedric collapsed onto Harry, his softening cock still in Harry's mouth while his weight pressed down over Harry. Cedric's body blocked Harry's sight almost as effectively as the hood from earlier. The pulsating music muffled any sounds that were around him. Harry couldn't hear the slap of skin on skin as Charlie fucked him harder and harder.
When Cedric recovered, he shifted until he could lap at Harry's burgeoning erection. Charlie stayed seated deep inside of him as Cedric licked his slit before sucking him down. Harry couldn't see Cedric sucking him because Cedric arse was in his face. Pushing up, Harry licked Cedric's hole. Charlie's laugh rumbled through their entwined bodies as Cedric jumped before continuing his ministrations.
Far too soon for Harry, his orgasm rushed through him. Charlie thrust a few more times, skin sliding against skin before coming. Harry watched as the two men over him kissed once more. When Cedric moved to the side, breaking the kiss, Charlie pulled out of him.
Both of their hands reached out and pulled Harry to a seated position. Charlie's breath was hot against his ear.
"Did you enjoy that?" Harry nodded before Charlie kissed him once more. In that kiss, Harry could taste himself, salty and bitter, underlain with the newly discovered taste of Cedric.
"You know it doesn't end here, right?" This time, Cedric's breath was hot against his ear as he purred. Harry broke the kiss with Charlie before turning to Cedric. His hands were gentle as he pushed the hair away from Harry's face. His lips were soft as they pressed against Harry's forehead.
Unbidden, his gaze went to the other threesome across the way. The woman smiled at him before turning to her seated companion. The two shared a kiss. When Harry looked back to his own partners, Cedric and Charlie were kissing. Charlie's hand was under Cedric's skirt. Harry's hand joined Charlie's.
Harry bent to suck at Cedric's neck as Charlie and Cedric continued their kiss.
"No, Harry, this is for you tonight." Cedric murmured as he pushed Harry away.
"I've heard about your dreams, Harry. I've heard how you pant and call my name. I've heard all about your dirty little fantasies, you naughty slut." Harry's eyes widened as Cedric continued to thrust into Charlie's hand in front of him.
"Imagine my surprise when Charlie called me and told me all about your adulterous little affairs with me in your mind. He told me all about how you wanted to fuck me while I fucked you. He told me all about how you would cry out my name in the middle of the night, waking him from his own fantasies of me." When Charlie gave a particularly vicious tug, Cedric paused while tossing his head back.
"Do you see them up there, Harry?" Cedric pointed up and Harry followed the gesture. Above them, the men had changed positions so that the man in the skirt now had a bar between his legs and a bit between his teeth. His hands were bound above his head. Harry began to harden again. Harry wanted to be in the bound man's place but he also wanted to be the partner as the man entered from behind.
"Which do you want me to be? Do you want me to be the aggressor?" Cedric reached down and gripped Harry's cock painfully tight. "Do you want me to be the subjugated?" Cedric loosened his grip.
Harry couldn't answer because of the thoughts rushing through his mind. He'd been so careful not to shout out Cedric's name. Charlie must have heard him, he must have failed at keeping quiet. With a frantic gaze, Harry searched out Charlie's face to see his reaction.
His panic ebbed as he saw the smile on Charlie's face. Charlie leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Harry's lips before brushing those same lips to his ear.
"It's ok, Harry. You were never unfaithful when awake. Don't you think I have my own fantasies? Don't you think that I have my own hidden desires?" Charlie paused to nip at Harry's earlobe. "Look at him Harry."
Harry obeyed and saw Cedric watching them with a soft smile on his face. Their eye contact continued as Cedric tugged and rubbed Harry's cock and as Charlie continued to murmur.
"He's sexy as hell and he's here for you. This is my gift to you. Do what you want with him, just remember I love you. You know that just like I know you love me. Just because you fantasize about another doesn't mean that I'll stop loving you. Taking care of you gives me meaning. Fantasies fuel the desires between us, Harry. So, act out your fantasies, I give you complete permission. Let go, Harry."
Cedric leaned forward and kissed Harry. There was sweetness there.
"What do you want him to do, Harry. You'll have to tell him." Harry broke the kiss before whispering a suggestion into Cedric's ear. The answering grin had Harry's blood pumping faster than before. After standing, Cedric reached a hand down and pulled Harry to his feet. They both pulled Charlie to his feet and made their way back to the dance floor.
Groin pressed into Cedric's arse while Charlie's groin pressed into his own, Harry lost himself in the sensations of being surrounded by love and fantasy. He wasn't going to question why Cedric would be willing to do this or what Cedric's own fantasies were. He was only going to live and experience. This night would be an affirmation of love and belief that there was a reason that he was still here when people, far more deserving than he, weren't. That reason pressed his erection between Harry's bare arse cheeks. Throwing his head back, Harry laughed in complete joy and abandon.
hp_springsmut last year that I've never posted here... Basically, I set out to write as many of my favourite kinks as possible plus a few of the recipients ;). As always, I'd love to hear what you think.Title: The Ball
Author:
wook77Recipient:
elinevere at hp_springsmut last year.Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Charlie/Harry, Charlie/Harry/Cedric, Harry/Cedric
Wordcount: 4468
Warnings: AU (per request, Cedric didn't die at the end of GoF). PWP. Breathplay, bondage, D/s, threesomes, toys, object insertion, roleplay, foodplay, exhibitionism, voyereuism, wanking, denied orgasm, cross-dressing, mentions of het, mentions of femmeslash, rimming, dirty talk,
Summary: At a Fetish Ball, Harry discovers that fantasy and reality could become intertwined. His fantasies are more than even he had realized.
A/N: for
elinevere who requested no vanilla (she also said – "I'm pretty damn kinky") and Harry's POV. I took the "pretty kinky" ball and ran with it. I hope you enjoy. Many thanks go to my betas – D, the two J's, T, W and Y. I added after I sent it to them so any mistakes are my own. Finally – thanks to starrysummer for hosting this thing, you're amazing! The leather was tight and restrictive. The collar, slightly too tight for comfort, was causing Harry to breathe shallowly. Harry bent to touch his toes, testing the give of the leather, feeling a sharp pain in his arse as the plug shifted in response. The leather was exactly right and Harry smiled to himself in the mirror as he straightened to standing.
The final touch was a small black leather bowtie that he fastened to the collar around his neck. It was a bit of a joke and Harry wasn't sure if the reaction would be positive or negative. Either way, Harry was sure that he would enjoy it.
One last look, one last twirl in front of the mirror, and Harry was ready for the evening. As he finished his preening, a slow appreciative clapping filled the air. Harry met the eyes of his lover in the mirror before turning and hurrying over to the man in the doorway. He knelt and rubbed his cheek against the leg in front of him. The gentle glide of fingers through his hair made him smile.
"Finally ready, then?"
Harry nodded, once more rubbing his cheek against the leather in front of him. A finger brushed against the small bowtie. "Nice touch. Let's go."
Hearing the click of the leash being fastened to his collar, Harry stood. Together, they Apparated to the discreet location in the alley beside an unremarkable warehouse. On the far side of a loading ramp, they knocked on the door. After the viewing window was opened, the eyes behind it gleamed and the door opened.
"Welcome to The Pit, boys. Have a good time." Smirk spreading across the face of the bouncer as he watched, Harry was lead through the entryway by the leash. The ever-so-slight tension in the leash caused his collar to pull, and as it tightened just a bit more, Harry felt his erection begin to grow.
The pair paused at the check-in area where they were scanned for weapons. After passing the test, the duo slipped to the side where Charlie pulled out a hood. Harry knelt once more, allowing the leather to slip over his head, its solidness interrupted only by the zippered closure along the back of his head and the hole that fit his mouth. His world darkened instantly and Harry's cock hardened completely. The tap on his chin implied an order that Harry open his mouth and he responded. The cold metal of the spider gag slipped in. His mouth formed an "O" and became just another hole. Harry knew from experience that he would be unable to shut his mouth until his lover released the gag. The leather trousers became a tight prison for his prick as Harry anticipated the evening activities.
When the leash tugged, Harry followed. He wove through the press of bodies at its command. The madrigal collar, used on greyhounds, was not quite a choke collar but it wasn't a regular collar either. Instead, it was the best of both worlds for Harry, as it forced him to rely on the slight tightening in a certain direction.
Harry had complete trust in his lover as he was led through the crowd. Random hands touched and caressed him as he walked. His world was dark and he could only breathe through his mouth. Spit pooled at the corners of his mouth and he sucked at the gag, trying to keep from drooling. His lover would be displeased with him if he was to drool on himself and that would result in punishment.
"Charlie, how…things?" His lover stopped to talk to the person that addressed him. The accent and voice were familiar but everything was muffled inside the hood. He could only catch a few words as the other person addressed him.
The muted conversation gave Harry a moment to absorb his surroundings. He couldn't see, but Charlie's hand on his leash removed that need. Charlie wouldn't allow anything to happen to Harry that he knew Harry wouldn’t want. He couldn't hear very well, the hood ensured that, but he knew that if there were something he needed to hear, Charlie would guarantee that he heard. Harry couldn't smell anything other than the leather that pressed against his nostrils. Harry couldn't taste anything other than the metal behind his teeth and the anticipation in the air.
Harry could feel, though. He could feel the pressure of his trousers forcing his erection close to his body. He could feel the sweat and the pre-come pooling in his groin. He could feel the slight breeze as the crowd shifted around him. That breeze, as it brushed against his chest and arms, caused his nipples to harden. The breeze also brushed against where the leather parted in the seat of his trousers. In a way, the trousers were more like chaps in the back. His arse was completely exposed and Harry loved the way that the skin - leather, silk and lace clad - tempted him to press backwards to feel them closer.
However, Harry stayed where he was, still and silent. He knew from experience that if he gave into the urge to rub his arse against the other bodies, Charlie would be displeased and they wouldn't come to The Pit, this Fetish Ball, again for a very long time. That was a punishment that Harry just couldn't face. It had happened almost a year ago.
Charlie and Harry had started dating shortly after The War. It was a time that Harry didn't like to think of as it reminded him far too much of things lost, people lost. The pain of that loss had driven him to start destroying himself. Only Charlie had seen it and pulled him back from the edge.
The first time had been an experiment in trust. That time, the hood had not blocked his vision. Instead, Harry could see the dancing and gyrating bodies all around him. The next time, the hood had partially severed his vision. The time after that, his vision disappeared.
A year ago, however, Harry had gone too far. He'd somehow slipped the leash and found himself, blinded and alone, in the middle of the dance floor. Hands had felt and touched and scared. The feeling had aroused as well as destroyed. He'd unwittingly slipped back into his self-destructive path. To say that Charlie had been displeased would be an understatement. It had taken months before Harry and Charlie came back.
At a tug of the leash, Harry followed. The bodies pressed nearer, forcing Harry closer to Charlie. Soon, Charlie stopped. When Harry felt Charlie's arms around him, Harry put his own arms around his lover's body. The throb of the music around him was keeping him at that heightened sense of awareness. The bass of the music rumbled in his chest as bodies pressed and rubbed, keeping his motions in time to the music.
The beat was infectious and hypnotizing. Charlie cast a spell and Harry could hear the music clearly. Its thrum and rhythm throbbed and demanded as Charlie pressed their groins together. Soon, their dance became more sex than a dance as they bled into one motion, rocking back and forth, grinding and touching. Rough hands gripped his neck, pulling him forward, tilting his blinded head upwards as lips pressed against his splayed ones. The touch of a tongue on his lips while their bodies swayed in that facsimile of sex almost sent Harry over the edge. He wanted desperately to bite down on his tongue to keep from losing control. The gag behind his teeth denied him that relief.
His distress led him to mewl against those lips. Charlie must have understood because he reached down a hand between their bodies and cupped Harry's erection. He squeezed cruelly, cutting off the impending orgasm.
"Not now, pet. Don't lose control yet. I have plans for us." Harry wanted to grin in response but the gag kept him from doing so. Instead, he raked his nails down and then up Charlie's back. When Charlie's hands disappeared from his body, Harry mewled once more. Suddenly, his trousers were undone and there was tightness around the base of his cock that then wrapped around his balls. The cool air touched his prick and made him moan.
"Does that help, pet?" Charlie's voice purred against the hood. For a moment, Harry wanted to lose the hood and feel that hot breath against his ear. To compensate for his traitorous thoughts, even though there was no way Charlie could know, Harry slid down his lover's body until he was on his knees. He rubbed his face on that leather frantically, desperately trying to convey his desires.
Yet again, Charlie knew exactly what Harry wanted and the slide of cock into his mouth made Harry moan around his mouthful. The gag kept him from refusing Charlie, kept him from resisting Charlie fucking his mouth, not that he would ever resist. The gag forced him to allow Charlie the freedom of thrusting as deeply as he wanted. His lover had a thick cock, blunt at the tip and so very different from his own. It was very similar to the man around it.
Because of the hood, Harry couldn't see how many people were watching or partaking in the same activities. Instead, Harry could only focus on the ebb and flow of bodies around them, touching and dancing to the hypnotic beat. He was so turned on that he wanted to explode, needed to explode as Charlie continued to fuck his mouth. Sucking frantically, trying to keep from drooling, Harry felt the salty thick taste of Charlie burst over his tongue.
Charlie's hands were rough as they pulled Harry up. The abrupt gesture caused Harry's plug to shift and move within him and he let out another moan.
"Did you like that, pet?" Harry nodded and followed along as the leash pulled tightly at his neck.
Once more, as they fought their way through the press of bodies, Harry could feel hands touching him randomly, grabbing his arse, fondling his crotch through the leather, pinching a nipple and tugging on his gag. Those anonymous hands were almost as erotic as Charlie's. Those hands were so very different from Charlie's; they were larger, smaller, more masculine, more feminine, skinnier, fatter, longer, shorter. It didn't matter, they were touching him and that was enough.
As they made their way through the pulsating crowd, Harry reflected once more. The first time he'd been blinded and led through the crowd, he'd almost panicked. Now, his trust that Charlie would not steer him wrong, would not allow anything that Harry didn't want to happen, was infinite.
When Charlie sat, Harry knelt slightly in front and to the right to him. The gag was removed and Harry felt something soft press against his lips. He bit down gently and the taste of strawberries burst into his mouth. The half-eaten fruit was then rubbed across his bare chest, juice dripping down his body. As the fruit pressed against his lips once more, Harry felt a tongue licking across his chest as Charlie whispered in his ear, "More, pet?"
Those lips were not Charlie's, that tongue was not Charlie's because there was no way for him to be licking and nipping at Harry's skin at the same time as whispering against the hood. Harry desperately wanted to remove the leather and find out just who was touching him. In the three years they'd been together, no one else had ever touched him with their lips. It was unnerving and Harry imperceptibly shifted away from that tongue.
"Shh, pet, it'll be fine. You don't want him to think you don't like him, do you?" Harry was torn between protesting and allowing. Unsure how to respond, Harry merely trembled under the assault as another sticky slice of fruit was pressed against his skin and swirled around his nipples. Those lips continued their attack.
A dollop of cold slid down the center line of his chest before it was traced with that wet hot tongue.
"You've wanted this for so long, pet. I know you have. Do you want to see, pet?" Curiosity getting the better of him, Harry finally nodded. The zipper slowly slid up the back of his head, catching a bit of hair in its teeth. That slight tug of pain added to the surreal experience, arousing at the same time as confusing Harry.
When Harry regained his sight, he blinked as he looked into the eyes of Cedric Diggory. There was a very un-Cedric-like smile haunting those lips as their eyes met before he went back to laving Harry's chest. There was also a very un-Cedric-like skirt around his waist and a black bustier around his chest.
Weeks ago, they'd discussed fantasies of boyhood. Harry had mentioned that one of his greatest crushes throughout Hogwarts had been Cedric. After they'd both escaped death in that graveyard, Harry had dreamt of the older boy, now man. There were times, to Harry's shame, that he had to bite his tongue as Charlie thrust into him because he wanted to cry out Cedric's name. He wasn't sure why he was still so fixated on Cedric when Harry and Charlie had been together for so many years. Harry loved Charlie and he knew that Charlie loved him. However, he often dreamt about Cedric, waking up in the middle of the night, spent and wet.
Through that discussion of fantasies and crushes, Charlie must have hatched this plan. After all, Charlie had mentioned his own crush on the charismatic man. There was just something about Cedric's stare and the way his lips quirked in humor that pulled a person towards him.
Harry jumped from his thoughts as Cedric bit down on a nipple. Harry shot backwards and his back pressed against Charlie's leg. As Harry and Cedric maintained eye contact, Cedric's tongue darted out and licked at the injured nipple. Charlie's hands slithered across his skin, leaving a trail of heat behind them as they anchored Harry's body against his legs.
The ring around his cock and balls became painfully pleasurable as Cedric continued to suck and lick his way up and down Harry's chest and neck. Charlie bent forward and sucked in Harry's lobe before whispering, "Do you like my gift?"
Had that ring not been present, Harry would have come just at the combination of the breath against his skin and the question. It was far too much and Harry couldn't answer. Instead, he bobbed his head up and down, torn between pressing forward or pressing backwards.
When Cedric's lips touched his, Harry moaned into his mouth as they kissed, if it could even be described as a kiss. What started as an almost gentle touch became a fierce battle of need waged with teeth and tongue. Cedric pressed forward until Charlie's knees opened and the back of Harry's head touched Charlie's crotch. The hardness reminded Harry of Charlie's presence and he broke off the kiss.
Harry arched backwards, collar pressing into his neck and looked up at Charlie as Cedric took advantage of the exposed skin to nip at the juncture between neck and collarbone. Charlie grinned before leaning forward and pressing that grin against Harry's lips. This kiss was much gentler than the one between Harry and Cedric.
A hand cupped his erection through his pants, reminding him of the denied orgasm and the fact that he was engrossed in his favorite wanking fantasy of his teen years. He looked down and Cedric was slowly unbuttoning the top button, keeping his eyes on Harry's face. Ever so gently, he pushed his hand inside the narrow gap between tight leather and hard flesh. As Cedric's hand delved further, the zipper slid down until Harry's prick sprang free. The pressure disappeared and Harry tossed his head back in relief.
When he looked up, a woman, clothed only in the silver paint that coated her body, gyrated in time with the throbbing industrial beat. The cage she was in barely shifted as she danced in a simulation of sex. On the catwalk that ran beside the cage, a woman had her torso bent forward over the railing as a blond-haired and aristocratic man pounded into her from behind. Her eyes stared at another cage suspended from the ceiling, a dark-skinned man pulled up his companion's skirt before fisting his cock while fucking roughly. Beside the woman over the railing, two women kissed and touched.
The sights were overwhelming and the ring around his cock and balls tightened even further. The pain was erotic in its own way. Harry panted, desperation increasing when Cedric laid his chest on his knees to lap at the head of Harry's dark purple cock. It hurt but it felt so good.
This was what they came for, this affirmation of their relationship and, more importantly, their positions in this relationship. It wasn't for the sight of the man across the way, sucking his master's cock as the man kissed the white-clad woman next to him. It wasn't for the woman staring, embarrassed and intrigued while the Asian man next to her rubbed behind her. It wasn't for the man strapped onto a table while a woman sucked at his arse. It wasn't for the woman, dressed in a tight leather bustier as she flogged a suspended man while a woman rubbed against her leg. It wasn't for the throbbing beat that demanded movement. It wasn't even for the fulfillment of fantasy. It was for the affirmation of Charlie's protection and Harry's need.
When Cedric sucked him down, Harry keened, the collar tightening around his exposed throat. He was in danger of succumbing to the sensory overload but Charlie's hand on his chest, pressing him further and deeper into the vee of his thighs, rooted Harry.
Suddenly, Charlie pulled Harry up to sit on his leg. Harry slid out of Cedric's mouth, teeth lightly scrapping against his hyper-aware skin.
"Do you want to fuck him?" Harry looked at Charlie, unsure of how to respond. He wanted to, urgently and desperately, but he wasn't sure how that would affect them. When he saw that Charlie wanted it as well, Harry nodded. Charlie smiled and pulled Cedric up until he was on his knees but almost at eye level with Harry and Charlie.
Charlie leaned forward and kissed Cedric. The sight intrigued Harry as it continued before Charlie broke the kiss and whispered something in Cedric's ear. When they broke apart, Cedric smiled before shifting his position until he was on his hands and knees. Charlie pushed at Harry until he slid forward and spread Cedric's cheeks.
Cedric had come prepared; his own black rubber plug was easily removed. Harry quickly replaced it with his cock. The heat and the tightness around his cock were far too much. Harry could feel Charlie's hands on his balls before the pressure of the ring disappeared. He could only thrust a few times before he exploded into Cedric. His orgasm, denied for the hours they'd been in the club ripped through him.
Harry didn't allow himself the time to recover. Instead, he pulled out and then slid underneath Cedric. He lay on his back and pulled at Cedric's hips until Cedric was fucking his mouth. Cedric felt so much different from Charlie. Where Charlie was blunt and thick, Cedric was longer and narrower. The difference made the sensation that much sweeter. This was far better than any dream Harry had ever had. Keeping his lips locked on the prick, Harry sucked and licked.
Hands pulled his legs into the air and his plug disappeared only to be replaced by Charlie's cock. Harry was being fucked twice and his cock started to harden once more. Between the taste of the cock in his mouth and Charlie rutting into him, Harry couldn't find his rhythm. Instead, he allowed the pair to set their own rhythm.
Unable to decide where to focus his gaze, he looked to the side where the woman and two men were watching. As he stared, the woman reached down and pinched her nipple before grabbing the kneeling man's head and pushing it between her legs. Their eye contact never broke as she began to writhe under his ministrations. The other man with the white-clad woman simply watched Harry, as Harry watched his partners. A rough thrust swung Harry's attention back to the two men mounting him. Cedric thrust deeply and unexpectedly Harry bit back his gag. The startled noise and the twisted face told Harry that Charlie had spread Cedric's cheeks and was doing untold things to him. Jealousy and arousal battled within Harry as his imagination conjured up what Charlie could be doing. Finally, Cedric came and Harry swallowed around the pulsing prick.
As Harry had expected, Charlie held out longer. Instead of coming, Charlie thrust and fisted Harry's cock. Cedric collapsed onto Harry, his softening cock still in Harry's mouth while his weight pressed down over Harry. Cedric's body blocked Harry's sight almost as effectively as the hood from earlier. The pulsating music muffled any sounds that were around him. Harry couldn't hear the slap of skin on skin as Charlie fucked him harder and harder.
When Cedric recovered, he shifted until he could lap at Harry's burgeoning erection. Charlie stayed seated deep inside of him as Cedric licked his slit before sucking him down. Harry couldn't see Cedric sucking him because Cedric arse was in his face. Pushing up, Harry licked Cedric's hole. Charlie's laugh rumbled through their entwined bodies as Cedric jumped before continuing his ministrations.
Far too soon for Harry, his orgasm rushed through him. Charlie thrust a few more times, skin sliding against skin before coming. Harry watched as the two men over him kissed once more. When Cedric moved to the side, breaking the kiss, Charlie pulled out of him.
Both of their hands reached out and pulled Harry to a seated position. Charlie's breath was hot against his ear.
"Did you enjoy that?" Harry nodded before Charlie kissed him once more. In that kiss, Harry could taste himself, salty and bitter, underlain with the newly discovered taste of Cedric.
"You know it doesn't end here, right?" This time, Cedric's breath was hot against his ear as he purred. Harry broke the kiss with Charlie before turning to Cedric. His hands were gentle as he pushed the hair away from Harry's face. His lips were soft as they pressed against Harry's forehead.
Unbidden, his gaze went to the other threesome across the way. The woman smiled at him before turning to her seated companion. The two shared a kiss. When Harry looked back to his own partners, Cedric and Charlie were kissing. Charlie's hand was under Cedric's skirt. Harry's hand joined Charlie's.
Harry bent to suck at Cedric's neck as Charlie and Cedric continued their kiss.
"No, Harry, this is for you tonight." Cedric murmured as he pushed Harry away.
"I've heard about your dreams, Harry. I've heard how you pant and call my name. I've heard all about your dirty little fantasies, you naughty slut." Harry's eyes widened as Cedric continued to thrust into Charlie's hand in front of him.
"Imagine my surprise when Charlie called me and told me all about your adulterous little affairs with me in your mind. He told me all about how you wanted to fuck me while I fucked you. He told me all about how you would cry out my name in the middle of the night, waking him from his own fantasies of me." When Charlie gave a particularly vicious tug, Cedric paused while tossing his head back.
"Do you see them up there, Harry?" Cedric pointed up and Harry followed the gesture. Above them, the men had changed positions so that the man in the skirt now had a bar between his legs and a bit between his teeth. His hands were bound above his head. Harry began to harden again. Harry wanted to be in the bound man's place but he also wanted to be the partner as the man entered from behind.
"Which do you want me to be? Do you want me to be the aggressor?" Cedric reached down and gripped Harry's cock painfully tight. "Do you want me to be the subjugated?" Cedric loosened his grip.
Harry couldn't answer because of the thoughts rushing through his mind. He'd been so careful not to shout out Cedric's name. Charlie must have heard him, he must have failed at keeping quiet. With a frantic gaze, Harry searched out Charlie's face to see his reaction.
His panic ebbed as he saw the smile on Charlie's face. Charlie leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Harry's lips before brushing those same lips to his ear.
"It's ok, Harry. You were never unfaithful when awake. Don't you think I have my own fantasies? Don't you think that I have my own hidden desires?" Charlie paused to nip at Harry's earlobe. "Look at him Harry."
Harry obeyed and saw Cedric watching them with a soft smile on his face. Their eye contact continued as Cedric tugged and rubbed Harry's cock and as Charlie continued to murmur.
"He's sexy as hell and he's here for you. This is my gift to you. Do what you want with him, just remember I love you. You know that just like I know you love me. Just because you fantasize about another doesn't mean that I'll stop loving you. Taking care of you gives me meaning. Fantasies fuel the desires between us, Harry. So, act out your fantasies, I give you complete permission. Let go, Harry."
Cedric leaned forward and kissed Harry. There was sweetness there.
"What do you want him to do, Harry. You'll have to tell him." Harry broke the kiss before whispering a suggestion into Cedric's ear. The answering grin had Harry's blood pumping faster than before. After standing, Cedric reached a hand down and pulled Harry to his feet. They both pulled Charlie to his feet and made their way back to the dance floor.
Groin pressed into Cedric's arse while Charlie's groin pressed into his own, Harry lost himself in the sensations of being surrounded by love and fantasy. He wasn't going to question why Cedric would be willing to do this or what Cedric's own fantasies were. He was only going to live and experience. This night would be an affirmation of love and belief that there was a reason that he was still here when people, far more deserving than he, weren't. That reason pressed his erection between Harry's bare arse cheeks. Throwing his head back, Harry laughed in complete joy and abandon.