Kristmas Wish Fulfilled for: coffee_n_cocoa
From: A Wondrous Watcher: dumbledoreswang

Title: A Piercing Christmas Eve
Characters/Pairings: Neville/Harry
Rating: R
Kinks/Themes Included: D/s with Neville as Dominant, spanking, wandplay, nipple clamps, sex toys, kissing, object insertion, blindfolds, temperature play, piercing, needleplay, use of 'baby' as endearment, weepy/girly men
Other Warnings: None that I can think of...
Word Count: 1, 948
Summary/Description: Harry's made a mess and must be punished appropriately.
Author's Notes: I really enjoyed writing this and thanks to the mods for letting me submit it late. All mistakes are my own. Happy Holidays!


A Piercing Christmas Eve

The house was in disarray. There were used pots and pans scattered around on the counters that stayed on the edges of the kitchen walls. A lavender bowl was filled with white icing and a tray of burned sugar cookies laid forgotten on top of the stove. In the oven were two cakes--one vanilla one chocolate -- and the timer was set to go off in a little less than 10 minutes.

Harry ran around the kitchen wearing a red apron with reindeer on it and slight white frills on the edges. It was Christmas time--December 24th to be exact--and, like every Christmas since he and Neville had been together, Harry was attempting to make Christmas treats (cookies for Santa and a cake for the holiday party that the Weasleys were throwing) but wasn’t doing quite so well without Neville.

Neville was normally there to make the situation less hazardous but a precious, rare plant previously thought to be extinct that he was growing in the Greenhouse at Hogwarts was almost in full bloom.

Neville watched Harry making a mess of the area from a distance. He stood in the doorway, smirking at his jovial lover dancing around the kitchen. The Christmas music was up so loud that Harry had failed to notice when Neville had entered.

Popping out one of the cakes from the oven, Harry turned to see his lover’s figure in the doorway. Surprised, he let go of the cake pan. “Wingardium Leviosa” shouted Neville, saving the cake from hitting the floor. He floated the cake down softly onto the counter, its intended location, and smiled at his flour-covered lover. “You’re making quite a mess here babe.”

Harry smiled sheepishly in response, running a hand through his hair. “You’re home sooner than I expected.” Harry said as Neville leaned in to kiss his lover softly on the lips. The kiss became more expansive and heated both men found it difficult to pull away. Neville finally broke the kiss, his face flushed with desire. “How about we clean up a bit in here and I punish you for starting without me.” He said, the last part dripping with predatory arousal.

Harry quickly assumed his submissive role in their relationship upon hearing Neville’s dominate tone and began cleaning. He took the other cake out of the oven and rested it beside the first cake on the counter while Neville gathered up the used pots and pans and began to run dish water into the double sink. Both men got the job of cleaning up done relatively fast and soon the kitchen looked as clean as it had been prior to Harry’s culinary project. The cookies had been wrapped and put in a tin cookie container and the cakes had been left to cool. The bowl of icing had been covered as well, it wouldn’t be used until after the cakes were finished.

“Harry, go and fetch your collar and then kneel on the floor by our bedroom door and wait for me, you understand?”

“Yes Master,” Harry replied before swiftly exiting out of the kitchen doorway into the main hallway and up the staircase to their bedroom.

Once there, Harry hurried over to the hidden wall panel which concealed all of their toys. He pushed in the lock and the wall disappeared and revealed a rather large walk-in closet. Harry quickly reached into the lowermost drawer and pulled out the red and green holiday festive collar with golden bells and knelt with it in his hands for his master at the entrance.

Neville walked into the room with dominating force. He took the collar from Harry’s raised hands and fingered it tenderly. “Look at me.” Harry’s head quickly snapped up and he looked at his master, green eyes meeting brown.

“Harry, for your punishment I will give you the option of choosing your spanking. You may choose either one of the floggers or straps or even the option of my hand upon your arse.” he said as he fastened the festive collar around his submissive’s neck.

Harry shuddered as his master gave him permission to go through their collection. He fingered the line of straps and floggers, sending cold chills of fear and anticipation up his spine. He hadn’t been particularly bad to deserve the heavier items and after a long debate in his head, Harry turned and got down on both knees.

“Master, I’d very much like your hands,” he said after Neville raised his brow in question. Neville’s prick jumped in his pants at the thought of making Harry’s ass red with his own hands. Pulling out his wand, Neville banished away his lover’s clothing. He moved to a wooden chair to the right of him. “Crawl to me slave. Come sit in my lap.”

The dark-haired male crawled toward his master like a cat, his bum swishing form side to side as if tempting the man in the khaki pants and red sweater. He positioned himself in a lying position across his lap with his ass pointing toward the ceiling.

Neville admired Harry on all fours, itching to touch that delicious body. Once the male was positioned on his lap, he caressed those pale cheeks then went to town on his pale ass, turning it into a blushing site of beauty. With each smack of his hand, Neville couldn’t help the groan coming out of his mouth as his lover wiggled about, rubbing his naked crotch shamelessly against Neville’s own clothed one.

Soon the smacks became more frequent and painful and Harry bit his lower lip hard to keep from screaming out in pain. Seven more alternating severe hits had Harry screaming out and crying in pain. After an eternity, Neville couldn’t take much more himself (his cock had become so hard that he was on the edge of coming) and ended the spanking with one last smack.

Neville pushed his sub to the floor and walked over to the toy closet and fumbled through a few drawers. Meanwhile, Harry gathered himself in a kneeling position on the floor, discomfort evident on his face. “On the bed now!” his Master commanded as the last few items were collected. He quickly rose from his kneeling position and made his way to the bed, lying on his stomach as he climbed onto it. He glanced curiously over at his lover who fidgeted with something in the closet.

The brunette came back with a cock ring, black silk blindfold, red leather cuffs, nipple clamps, and an odd metallic case. Harry stared at the case as if it would yield up its secrets to him but before he could get any information out of it, a back hand slap leaves him whispering an apology for acting out of line.

“Now Harry, I was going to wait until Christmas but your little experiment downstairs has given me no choice. Now lie down on your back.” Harry’s stomach dropped, he hated when he was left out of the loop. The blindfold secured itself around his eyes and the red leather cuffs quickly wrapped themselves around his wrists and ankles and tied themselves around the bedposts.

Now that his pet was secured, Neville opened the metallic case and pulled out and array of piercing tools and ointment containers. “This is my gift to you,” he said as he tweaked Harry’s nipples to hardened buds. Harry’s mouth hung open in a silent gasp; he loved when his nipples were touched. Neville opened a small jar filled with a green gelatin-like goo and put a tiny amount onto both of the pink buds. “This should help numb most of the pain.”

Pain? Harry was really curious now but also equally nervous. He tried to focus on the other things his master was saying to him but only managed to comprehend bits and pieces. “Don’t move around...relax...over quickly.”

Harry kept his body as still as possible while Neville pushed the needle through his left nipple. It felt like a slight prick to him. Moments later, he felt something else sliding in place of the needle. The same process was repeated to his other side and moments later Neville gave him permission to relax again.

Neville looked down at his handiwork. The new nipple piercings on his lover were a sight to see. The silver barbells sparkled and reflected with the warm lighting that engulfed the room. He pressed his lips down softly and kissed both of them, the left and then the right one.

Neville then took the nipple clamps from the edge of the bed and attached them to the new jewelry. He also grabbed his wand and banished the piercing tools back inside the closet. He pointed the wand at himself and his clothing all but flew across the room.

Neville inserted his wand inside of his lover and silently casted a cooling charm. Harry's muscles clenched against the wand as a thick icy liquid poured from the tip of the wand. "This, its a little charm I had read about in a dirty wizarding magazine. The lubricant should cool and warm randomly, making this experience more pleasurable for both of us. Neville smiled though his lover couldn't see him before pulling the wand out and putting it down on the nightstand. He settled himself between Harry's outspread legs, his cock nudging playfully at the entrance. He could already feel a chill emanating from the arse he was about to plow into. He looked up at his lover's face to see a variety of emotions etched there. Harry's eyes were covered with the blindfold, and the sensations of hot and cold, pain and pleasure played themselves out on pale flesh. He pulled down on the nipple clamps gently and watched as Harry's body jerked up in response, whether in pain, pleasure, or both Neville did not know.

He pushed into his lover painstakingly slow, the dual sensations of cold and the tightness enclosing his cock tormented him. They moved at a slow pace, the sounds of groans, heavy breathing and flesh slapping against flesh were the only sounds heard in their little world. Neville pulled Harry into a deep smoldering kiss, stroking him gently. Harry moaned and arched into the touch. Neville stroked Harry in time with his thrusts, loving the sounds coming from his lover. He switched angles and thrusted harder, hitting Harry’s spot with every thrust. Harry screamed out a litany of moans groans and curses as he begged to come. The lubricant turned from warm to cool rapidly as Neville released his lover’s cock. Harry came hard, black vision going to white as his muscles convulsed. Neville thrusted one more time as he too succumbed to the multiple sensations.

After Neville came down from his blissful high, he crashed next to Harry, whose tears were still staining the blindfold. Neville took the blindfold off, undid the cuffs and pulled his lover into his arms soothing him. Harry sobbed with tears of joy and release and Neville ran his hand through Harry’s hair. “Shhh, its okay baby. Its going to be okay,” whispered the brunette in his ear as the sobbing turned down to mere sniffles.

Neville silently banished away all the toys, including the nipple clamps that were still adorned on his lover. He pulled the covers over top of them, the energy drained completely out of them both. They slowly drifted off to sleep, forgetting about the deserts downstairs for the parties that they wouldn’t be attending that night.

“Nev?”

“Hmm?”

“Maybe next year you could dress up like Santa Claus,” Harry said sleepily.

Yawning, his questioning lover replied, “Maybe.”