Title: A Kinky Thing
Author: eeyore9990
Pairing: Kingsley/Harry
Rating: NC-17, Post-Hogwarts
Kinks: Boot fetish, wax play, blow job, knife play (but no blood play), and teh smut
Word Count: ~1900
A/N: Pairing choice for florida_minxie, because she is just that awesome. Also, because she wrote some really super-hawt Kingsley/Harry in her delicious fic, Pretty Little Slut.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to JK Rowling. I am simply borrowing them for the amusement of myself and my kinky friends.

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Harry’s mind was as far from the Order meeting as it was possible for it to be. Actually, not to put too fine a point to it, his mind was very, very close to the Order meeting. In the meeting, to be precise. Just a bit less than six feet below the mouth of the man speaking, as a matter of fact.

Kingsley wore those boots on purpose. There was no way he could claim innocence now, not after what had happened the last three times he’d worn them. Harry pursed his lips as he thought of the many ways he could pay Kingsley back for distracting him like this. His eyes glazed over as they locked once again on those… boots.

A sharp nudge from Hermione on his right made him straighten up in his seat and force his gaze up, so that he was giving the appearance of paying attention to the proceedings. Up past the scarred tips of the boots, up to the worn place at the ankle, up to where Kingsley’s denims fit over the tops, rucking up the material slightly. Up the long muscular legs to linger on the mouth-watering bulge behind his zipper. Up again, slowly, savouring the way the cotton shirt stretched across the wide, firm chest. Up past the jutting chin, over the full lips, to the gleaming brown eyes. Oh, there was no doubt he’d done this on purpose.

He narrowed his eyes at Kingsley, letting the promise of retribution fill them. Kingsley must not have been as filled with terror as that gaze should have made him, because the next words from his mouth were, “That’s all for today. We’ll meet again tomorrow. Hopefully we’ll have more information then.”

Harry glanced to the side, seeing that Hermione had stayed true to form and copied every word spoken onto the parchment in front of her. He elbowed her and nodded to the page, grinning when she rolled her eyes and spelled a copy of her notes for him.

Harry slouched in his chair, eyes all for Kingsley, who was talking quietly to individual members as the group broke up. Harry had no idea how to describe their relationship, but it was safe to say that whatever it was, it was supremely satisfying to both parties.

Nearly a month ago, Harry had been caught in his normal pursuit of “boot staring” and Kingsley hadn’t missed the erection Harry had been desperately trying to hide. A long, lingering look, a few well-chosen words, and half an hour later they’d been naked in bed, Kingsley pounding into Harry like there was a war on or something. That encounter had freed Harry from his natural shyness around Kingsley, and he’d been the one to jump the big man the next time he’d seen him. It certainly hadn’t hurt that Kingsley had been wearing those boots again.

Harry was pulled from his musings by the sound of the door shutting on the last Order member. But he didn’t bother taking his gaze away from those boots, watching them as long as possible as they, or rather Kingsley, walked toward him.

“See something you like, little boy?” Kingsley asked, his deep voice sending shivers along Harry’s spine.

“Oh, yeah,” Harry said, slightly breathless as he envisioned the night to come.

Kingsley simply chuckled and hefted Harry up out of his chair, tossing him over one broad shoulder to dangle, upside down, one large hand smacking firmly against Harry’s arse.

“Hey!”

“That’s what you get for not paying attention in the meeting. Considering it’s all about you, one would think you’d be more willing to listen, brat.”

“You know I can’t think about anything but… well… that when you wear those boots.”

“I do know. Why do you think I wear them?”

Harry simply hung there, arms crossed, grumbling to himself at the unfairness of that as Kingsley quickly mounted the stairs and brought them to Harry’s bedroom. He bounced a few times when Kingsley tossed him onto the mattress, and was about to move to a more comfortable position when Kingsley withdrew his wand and bound him, hand and foot, to the bed.

“What—”

“It’s nothing you can’t get out of wandlessly, if you really want to, but I rather like you like this. All helpless and spread out, just for me.” The sexy suggestion in Kingsley’s tone made Harry stop pulling against the ropes immediately, his cock springing back to attention, pressing against the placket of his trousers.

“Erm, Kingsley, if we’re going to do anything… err, fun… you’ll need to untie me so I can undress.”

Kingsley’s teeth flashed in the candlelight as he withdrew a gleaming knife from a sheath at his waist. “That’s what this is for, Harry. Now, lay still like a good boy, and let me have my fun.”

Harry sucked in a breath, feeling strangely aroused by the way the light played over the wicked curve of the blade, but lay very still as Kingsley straddled his waist and slit the sides of his shirt, the sharp blade making short work of the thin material. Sliding down Harry’s body, Kingsley unbuckled Harry’s belt and drew it slowly through the loops at Harry’s waist, the end slipping out to slap lightly against Kingsley’s wrist.

Harry’s gaze flickered from the blade to Kingsley’s intent expression, to the button on his trousers as Kingsley touched the tip of the blade to it. A soft snick later, and his waistband gaped open. The blade slid under the fabric of his trousers and Harry made a small sound, drawing Kingsley’s gaze.

“Just… be careful. I quite like that bit of myself.”

“Not to worry. I quite like it, myself.” That swift flash of teeth again and Kingsley was back to work, cutting Harry’s trousers away from his body, leaving him clad only in his y-fronts.

Harry couldn’t help the small whimper of longing that escaped him as the flat of the knife teased over his straining erection. Gods, he’d never known how incredible a hint of danger during foreplay could be. He’d have to arrange for Kingsley to be with him at the final confrontation with Voldemort. Imagine how much that would add to their play.

“Ah, Harry, I would never have thought it of you. Tsk. What a kinky thing you are. I wonder what other kinks you have, hhmm? First my boots, now my knife…”

“Your, ahhh, cock. Really like your cock,” Harry murmured as his eyes fluttered shut.

Two quick flicks of the wrist later, and Harry’s y-fronts were merely a memory. He felt the bed shift as Kingsley reached for something on the bedside table. He groaned and rolled his hips, knowing that the only thing Kingsley could be after was the lube.

“Harry? Open your eyes.”

Harry licked his lips before forcing his lids up, a small frown pulling at his lips as he saw that Kingsley was holding a candle instead of the half-used tube of lube.

“Err, Kingsley, if you need more light, I can— Holy fucking hell! What are you—”

Kingsley placed one hand over Harry’s mouth as he tipped the candle again, this time letting the hot wax drip onto Harry’s other nipple. Harry shouted behind the hand and pulled on the restraints, his lean muscles flexing against the throbbing burn. When Kingsley lowered his head and blew on the cooling wax, Harry’s cock jumped, a drop of precome forming at the tip.

Harry swallowed roughly as Kingsley sat back up, removing his hand from Harry’s mouth with a questioning look. Harry released a shaky breath and nodded, though he was chewing his lower lip in nervousness.

How could something that hurt so much feel so incredibly sexy at the same time?

Harry sucked in his stomach when Kingsley tipped the candle over it, the wax dripping unerringly into his navel. He hissed through his teeth at the initial burn, then gasped and bucked his hips as Kingsley began nibbling at the skin around it.

Kingsley lowered the taper again, letting the wax drop onto Harry’s chest and stomach in a random pattern before blowing out the flame and stubbing the tip into the very centre of Harry’s chest.

“Ahhh!” Harry cried, whole body tensed, the sharp edge of pain stimulating his desire until he felt he would snap with it. “Kingsley, please…”

Kingsley chuckled, the sound ragged, letting Harry know that he wasn’t the only one affected by what Kingsley had been doing. Harry felt sucking kisses being placed just below his navel and opened his eyes wide, head coming off the mattress to watch as Kingsley slowly lowered his head over Harry’s cock. Harry whimpered, body stiffening with anticipation, then shouted as Kingsley finally opened his mouth and sucked the full length of Harry’s cock into his hot mouth.

Harry fell back against the mattress, muttering gibberish as he concentrated fully on the feelings Kingsley was pulling from him with every tug of his mouth. Kingsley dug his tongue into the vein on the underside of Harry’s cock, drawing head up as he did so, making Harry groan and shudder. When he ran the tip of his tongue under Harry’s foreskin, swiping it through the slit, Harry’s whole body tensed and he choked out, “Kingsley… gonna…”

“No, Harry, not yet. Not until I’m inside you.”

Harry moaned and tossed his head, eyes squeezed tightly shut as he concentrated fully on holding back his orgasm. He mumbled a litany of thankful phrases when he felt Kingsley sliding a slick finger over his opening before inserting it into his arse, twisting it a bit before quickly adding a second finger.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, please, please, please, please…”

“Open your eyes. Look at me.” Kingsley’s gruff command made Harry snap his eyes open, automatically obeying the forceful voice even in his dazed condition. Kingsley quickly cut the ropes binding Harry’s ankles, gripping them and lifting them into the crook of his arms as he lunged forward, covering Harry completely.

Kingsley leaned down, thrusting his tongue into Harry’s open mouth at the same time that he thrust his cock into Harry’s arse. It was quick, and it was brutal, but it was perfect. Harry yearned upward, sucking roughly on Kingsley’s tongue even as he bucked his hips sharply, using whatever leverage he could find to assist him.

Kingsley groaned at Harry’s frantic movements and withdrew his cock nearly all the way before slamming back into Harry, feeling the vibration of Harry’s scream all down his body.

Kingsley pulled his mouth from Harry’s to whisper, “Oh, yes, you like that, don’t you, Harry? You like being tied up and fucked roughly. You like pain with your pleasure. Oh, and Harry. I don’t know if you noticed, but I’ve still got my boots on. I’m fucking you with my boots on, Harry.”

Those dark words were the last thing Harry heard as he lost control completely. He started coming, back bowing, shouting down the roof at the explosive pleasure of it all. When he finally finished, he noticed Kingsley stiffening above him, all coordination gone as he gave way to his own orgasm.

Afterward, as Kingsley lightly scraped at the now-cold wax on Harry’s chest, he grinned down at Harry and said, “You know, I wonder which you like more… me or my boots.”

Harry crossed his fingers in their restraints as he said, innocent as possible, “You, of course.”

The End.