Kristmas Wish Fulfilled for: songquake
From: gypsyflame

Title: Silver Bells
Characters/Pairings: Charlie/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Kinks/Themes Included: Daddy/boy roleplay
Other Warnings/Content: Spanking; nipple play; dirty talk
Word Count: ~2200
Summary/Description: Draco’s been a naughty boy.
Author's Notes: Thanks to my two lovely betas, who shall remain nameless for the moment!



Charlie watched from the bar as Draco danced in the middle of the club, surrounded by a captivated group of handsome young men. He had them salivating, his shimmery blue-grey robes clinging to his slim body as he rolled his hips, tight black trousers and leather boots making his legs look like they went on forever. The men danced as closely as Draco would allow – hands smoothing over his shoulders, sliding down his chest, grazing his arse.

Knocking back the rest of his firewhiskey, Charlie set the glass on the bar and pushed himself off the stool, striding onto the dance floor. “Draco!”

Draco’s head whipped around. A brief expression of anticipation crossed his face before it was replaced by one of mixed apprehension and defiance. He was much better at this than Charlie.

“Daddy?”

“What are you doing here?” Charlie broke through the knot of admirers to grab Draco’s wrist. “You’re supposed to be grounded.”

“You can’t tell me what to do.”

“Don’t take that tone with me, boy. We’re leaving. Now.”

Draco put up a token resistance as Charlie dragged him off the dance floor. Though the men around them were disappointed, they didn’t protest; several sent Charlie amused, knowing glances as they caught on to the game.

In the lobby of the club, Charlie Apparated them both home to their bedroom. Draco pulled away and shook out his wrist with an overdramatic glower. “You’re so unfair!”

“You know you weren’t supposed to leave the flat.”

Draco’s scowl darkened.

Charlie crossed his arms. “You were grounded for a reason. Tell me what it was.”

“Flirting with the neighbour,” Draco muttered, dropping his eyes to the floor.

“I think flirting a little tame for what you were doing with him.”

Draco gave a sulky shrug. Charlie sighed and stepped closer to him, running his fingers through Draco’s hair.

“What am I going to do with you, you naughty thing? I don’t understand why you would deliberately disobey me when you knew you would get caught.”

“I was lonely. You know how I get that ache inside when I’m lonely.”

Draco’s voice was the perfect blend of innocent and suggestive; it tugged at Charlie’s belly and sent blood flowing to his cock. “Why didn’t you come to Daddy?”

“You were mad at me.”

“It doesn’t matter.” Charlie slid his hand down Draco’s side and cupped one arsecheek. “I don’t like you going to those places. There are bad men there who would take advantage of you.” Squeezing the firm muscle in his hand, he put his lips next to Draco’s ear and said, “Did you let a bad man touch you?”

Draco shivered and shook his head.

“Hmm. I think I need to check to make sure. Clothes off.”

Huffing in exasperation, Draco wriggled out of Charlie’s grasp and stripped off his clothing. Charlie’s cock swelled further at every inch of pale skin and lean muscle that was revealed. By the time Draco stood naked in front of him, hands on his hips and a pout on his face, Charlie’s trousers had become uncomfortably tight.

“Bend over and put your hands on the bed.”

Draco stood at the foot of their bed and leaned forward, placing his hands on the mattress and spreading his legs. A pink flush was already working its way down his neck. Charlie knew it embarrassed Draco to put himself in these vulnerable positions, but he needed on a basic, primal level. Charlie’s responsibility was to administer just the right balance of humiliation and affection so that Draco could achieve that emotional catharsis.

He pushed down on the small of Draco’s back, urging him to arch it and lift his arse up, then let his fingers dip down between Draco’s cheeks. His hole was tight and dry, as Charlie had known it would be.

“Daddy is the only one allowed to do this to you, Draco. You shouldn’t let other men touch you here.”

Draco squirmed as Charlie rubbed the pad of his thumb in circles over his hole. “I can’t help it. Sometimes I just need it so much.”

“Daddy can take care of all your needs. Are you still aching?”

In answer, Draco pushed his arse back against Charlie’s fingers. Charlie gave it a pat.

“Punishment first, or you won’t learn anything. Go get your bells.”

“Daddy – ”

“Go.”

Draco straightened up and went to the bureau, cheeks bright pink. While he rummaged around in the top drawer, Charlie pulled the discipline chair out of the corner and sat down. It was an armless, straight-backed wooden seat, which allowed for a free range of movement.

Draco brought him a small black velvet box. Charlie took it, but focused instead on the full, hard cock arching up towards Draco’s abdomen. “You shouldn’t be excited about this,” he said in mock reproof.

“I’m not, Daddy.”

“What’s this, then?” Charlie tapped his erection, making it bob up and down. Draco gasped and spread his legs a little wider.

Chuckling, Charlie opened the box. There was a pair of steel nipple clamps nestled inside; a small silver bell dangled from each one. He plucked one from the box and patted his leg, gesturing for Draco to straddle his lap.

When Draco was settled on his thighs, Charlie pinched one of his nipples, rolling and twisting it between his fingertips until it stood straight out from Draco’s body. Then he bent his head and suckled on the little pink nub, prompting a series of delicious, breathless cries to fall from Draco’s lips. Charlie pulled back and snapped the clamp onto the damp nipple.

Draco cried out, back twisting. He didn’t like the clamps – he resented the pain, and the bells humiliated him. Charlie used them to make a distinction between their gentler, everyday discipline and these more intense punishment sessions. The ringing of the bells as Draco moved served as a constant reminder that he was being punished, making it impossible for him to escape that knowledge.

Charlie teased and clamped the other nipple. Draco was panting, hips shifting as he looked down at the clamps and bit his lip. Charlie couldn’t resist giving them both a sharp flick. His cock twitched at Draco’s yelp.

“Over Daddy’s lap, now.”

The bells jingled as Draco manoeuvred himself facedown over Charlie’s thighs, bracing his hands and feet on the floor. Charlie kneaded his pert arse.

“Why am I punishing you, Draco?”

“I – I went out without permission.”

“And?”

“And I danced with strange men.”

“Yes. I’d say you’ve been a right little slag, wouldn’t you?”

“I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“You were also very disrespectful when I came to get you. I think thirty smacks sounds about right.”

Draco canted his hips up in a silent plea. Charlie gave him a squeeze, then brought his hand down hard. The bells rang out with Draco’s grunt; Draco’s swollen cock burned Charlie’s thigh through his trousers.

This was no time for a tender, leisurely spanking. Charlie gave Draco’s arse a vigorous working-over, making each blow count, spacing them out so that every inch of that lovely backside received attention. He savoured the delicious smack of Draco’s taut muscles bouncing under his palm, the dark pink colour blossoming on Draco’s porcelain skin.

“You’re just a filthy little boy, aren’t you?” he said, voice gravelly with desire. “Just a greedy little cockslut.”

Draco moaned. The bells on his clamps were chiming nonstop, and Charlie knew it was driving Draco mad – they’d been using the bells for so long now that the sound was inextricably tied up with pleasure and humiliation in both their minds. It made Christmas at the Burrow an interesting experience.

“Tell Daddy how naughty you are.”

“I’m so dirty,” Draco gasped out, grinding his cock against Charlie’s leg. “I need you to punish me, Daddy. Punish me for being such a slut.”

Fuck, that was it. Charlie’s cock was about to break through his trousers. He ignored it in favour of slapping Draco’s arse even harder, really beating it as he doled out the final six smacks. Draco’s cries became tinged with pain, but he didn’t stop moving to meet Charlie’s hand.

After landing the thirtieth blow, Charlie stroked Draco’s blazing-hot arse and then rubbed his back, noting the trembling in Draco’s muscles and the hitch in his breathing. “All done, baby. You were such a good boy for me.”

“Daddy…” Draco fidgeted on his lap.

Charlie trailed his fingers down Draco’s spine and between his arsecheeks. “Do you need Daddy to touch you here?”

Draco nodded, the movement making the bells ring. Breathing slowly to control his own arousal, Charlie pulled a small bottle of oil from his pocket and upended it over the palm and fingers of his right hand. He pushed one finger into Draco’s arse.

“How’s that?”

“More, Daddy, please.”

Charlie gave him a second finger, stretching his hole with a brisk in-and-out motion that was more about efficiency than pleasure. Draco still reacted beautifully, hips writhing, trying to hump Charlie’s leg and hand in equal measure.

“I know you like to flirt with other men, but you’re really just Daddy’s slut, aren’t you? You don’t want anyone but Daddy to play with you.”

“No, Daddy, I just want you, you make me feel so good – ”

Charlie rewarded him with a stroke to his prostate. Draco sobbed.

“Sit up, sweetheart. Daddy wants to show you how much he loves you.”

While Draco righted himself, clumsy with arousal, Charlie opened his trousers and slicked the rest of the lube over his throbbing cock. He smiled when he saw how flushed Draco’s face was, eyes bright with unshed tears of pain even as the pupils were blown dark with lust. Charlie kissed his cheek and took hold of his narrow hipbones. Draco’s legs were sufficiently long that his feet touched the floor when he straddled Charlie’s lap like this; he stood up just far enough for Charlie to line himself up, then lowered himself onto Charlie’s thick cock.

Charlie let him take it slow for the first inch, just to make sure they had the right angle, and then pulled Draco down as he shoved his own hips up. Draco’s tight body was impaled on his cock, his scorching arse flush against Charlie’s thighs.

“Ah!” Draco caught himself on Charlie’s shoulders. “Nngh, Daddy, don’t, you’re too big.”

Charlie closed his eyes as a pleasant shudder ran through him. He grabbed Draco’s arse with both hands and squeezed until Draco whimpered. “Ride Daddy’s cock. I want to hear those bells ring.”

Holding Charlie’s shoulders for balance, Draco slid up and down his erection in a slow, undulating rhythm. Charlie buried his face in the side of Draco’s neck, licking the sweat off his pulse point, listening to Draco’s rapid breaths and the quiet jingle of the bells.

He smacked Draco’s sore arse hard enough to make Draco’s entire body jerk. “Faster.”

Draco obeyed, bouncing fast and furious on Charlie’s cock, letting out a staccato moan every time his tender flesh met Charlie’s legs. Charlie helped him set the kind of brutal pace that would satisfy them both. He wanted to get in deep, really make Draco feel it; he wanted Draco to know that he could trust Charlie to take care of him, to give him what he needed – even if what he needed was to be hurt and humiliated.

The bells rang out briskly. Charlie panted as he pushed up into Draco and lavished his throat with kisses. “That’s it. That’s Daddy’s sweet baby boy. You know how to make Daddy feel good, don’t you?”

Draco dropped his head onto Charlie’s shoulder. He’d lost all his customary grace, movements frantic as he just slammed himself down on Charlie’s cock again and again. “Daddy, please, I need to come – ”

Charlie got a hand between them to jerk Draco’s cock. Draco’s legs were trembling with strain; when Charlie released one of the nipple clamps, he shrieked, back bowing. Charlie removed the second clamp. The tears in Draco’s eyes finally spilled down his cheeks, and his fingers dug into Charlie’s shoulders like claws. His cock was leaking all over Charlie’s hand.

“Come for Daddy, Draco. Come on.”

Pulling hard on Draco’s shaft, Charlie pinched one of his raw nipples. Draco screamed and shook, bucking against Charlie, hot jets of come shooting onto Charlie’s shirt. He wrapped his arms around Charlie’s neck, still moving even after his cock started to soften, rocking back and forth on Charlie’s lap.

“Daddy…”

“Baby.” Charlie hooked an arm around Draco’s waist, holding him close as he fucked into the tight hole milking his cock. He shouted when he came, as deep inside his boy as he could get.

Draco melted into him, kissing Charlie’s jaw. Charlie turned his head to take his mouth instead, soft and slow. The kiss was salty with Draco’s tears.

“All right?” Charlie asked.

Nodding, Draco pressed closer against his chest. Charlie relaxed, leaning back in the chair and caressing Draco’s back, murmuring soothing nonsense. As he let his eyes fall shut, the last thing Charlie saw was the little silver bells lying forgotten on the floor.