For mefeather for her wonderful help with my thesis, preventing the stupid mistakes to remain before I sent it off to the Professor! ♥

Title: What He Wished For
Pairing: Bill/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 2313 words
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Bill & Harry do bondage, basically.
Warning #1: bondage + the use of the phrase "Are you sure about that?"
Warning #2: the first PWP I've ever written, so I'm kinda wibbly about it...
Note: Thank you krissielee for the speedy and wonderful beta!!


“Are you sure about this?” Bill asked him, looking doubtfully from the bed to Harry and back again. On the bed lay a choice of items Harry had selected and he’d just asked Bill to use them. On him.

Bill’s hesitation wasn’t that strange; Bill was Harry’s first relationship that had lasted longer than two months and it was his first gay relationship at that. Bill, having a lot more experience than Harry, had breached the subject of bringing some kink play into their lovemaking a couple of weeks ago. Harry had confessed that he didn’t know if he’d like it and, after showing Harry where he could get more information, Bill had dropped the subject. Harry, however, had thought about it and had indeed spent time researching things which had resulted in the items on the bed and Bill’s rather astonished face.

“Yes!” Harry walked up to his lover and wrapped his arms around his neck. “Thought about it, read about it, want it.” As Bill opened his mouth to say something, Harry pulled his head down and slipped his tongue into his mouth, shutting him up rather pleasantly. While his tongue leisurely explored Bill’s mouth, he let his hand untie the leather string that kept Bill’s long hair in a tail. Once that was accomplished, he let one hand play with the long strands and caress them, while he let his other hand slide down to his lover’s back.

Suddenly, Bill took over the kiss and Harry moaned. This was what he’d wanted, for Bill to take over. As Bill forcefully explored Harry’s mouth, his big hands started to pull Harry’s shirt from his jeans so that they could roam underneath, over the skin of his back. It didn’t take long before a soft growl escaped Bill’s throat and the shirt was pulled up. Harry hadn’t been still during this, however, and had been busy undoing the buttons of Bill’s button down. However, where Bill had taken off his shirt in one go, Harry had been happy to be able to access the bare chest in front of him. Impatiently, Bill pulled the shirt off before tugging Harry as close as he could get him, hands once again on his back, but slowly trailing lower until they rested on Harry’s arse.

Kissing Harry again, Bill used his body and his hands to guide him backwards until Harry’s knees hit the edge of the bed. Breaking the kiss, Harry looked up, dazed look on his face, and blinked behind his glasses. Taking out his wand, Bill transferred the toys Harry had laid out to the one chair that was in the room, getting them out the way.

“Lie down on the bed, in the middle,” Bill half ordered, breathing hard. When Harry was on the spot where he’d wanted him, Bill reached for one pair of the leather cuffs which were padded with soft fur-like material and put it around Harry’s wrist. A whispered spell made a chain appear which bound that wrist to the headboard. Kissing Harry once again, Bill reached for the other cuff and when he ended the kiss all he had to do was whisper the spell to make the chain appear.

Stepping back from the bed, Bill looked down on him, brown eyes darkened with lust. Still keeping quiet, he sat down next to Harry and let his finger trail down his neck to his collarbone, touch as light as he could make it.

Harry moaned as he tugged at the chains. “I wanted to ask you if you were okay, but guess I don’t need to now,” Bill chuckled huskily. He bent forward and kissed Harry again, a little more forceful this time, starting to exert his dominance. Harry, turned on from being in the cuffs, eagerly opened his mouth and welcomed Bill’s tongue. Slowly, Bill crawled up the bed and straddled Harry, while he kept on kissing him. When breathing became necessary, he broke the kiss. His hands trailed up and down Harry’s restrained arms, before caressing his shoulders and then his chest. It didn’t take too long before his mouth found Harry’s left nipple.

Knowing how usually Harry’s hands distracted him from paying a lot of attention to them, Bill now knew he’d have all the time in the world to play with them. So, he started to lick the aureole until it was peaked, almost like standing to attention. A shudder went through Harry and when Bill looked up he saw that Harry’s eyes had darkened considerably and were intensely focused on him. Grinning, Bill blew air over the small peak and heard Harry groan, “Oh Merlin.” Deciding that he could get a better reaction than that, Bill bent his head and started to suck on the stiffened nipple. This caused a deep moan and legs moving about restlessly on the sheet. In between the sucking he started to tug on the nipple with his teeth, causing Harry’s entire body to quiver on the bed. He was panting now, too and Bill thought it the ideal moment to divert his attention to Harry’s right nipple. While he treated that nipple exactly the same, he used his left hand to keep the left nipple stimulated.

When he had reduced Harry to a thrashing, shuddering mass, Bill leaned on his elbows and kissed Harry again, needing the connection. By doing so, he leaned forward and caused their chests and groins to touch, causing them both to shudder at the initial contact.

Once again out of breath Bill broke the kiss, taking his time to look at Harry and to make sure he was still enjoying himself. His one hand was now trailing up and down Harry’s side; Bill needed to keep touching him, it seemed. Apparently it took too long before he went on with things, because two heavy-lidded green eyes were almost glaring at him.

“Harry?”

“If you dare stop now…” The threat remained unspoken, but Bill understood all the same.

“Just checking,” he said, pressing a short kiss on Harry’s lips.

“You’ve checked,” Harry told him, “now get on with it!”

Bill grinned and kissed Harry again, deeper this time, just because he could. Harry started to moan again and Bill once again kissed his way down, this time foregoing his nipples and going straight down to Harry’s belly-button. Harry had calmed down a bit from their kiss and Bill was out to change that. He looked up, sent a grin that Harry would later label as ‘evil’ up at his bound lover and started to press small kisses around his belly-button, which made Harry start to breathe harder again. Upping the stakes, Bill then started to tongue the shallow orifice, imitating what he’d be doing to Harry’s body later.

“Oh Mer-“ Harry exclaimed, his body starting to move with Bill’s tongue.

Bill, who had been getting harder and harder as he played Harry’s body, decided that they both needed to get naked, and soon. While he kept tonguing, kissing and nibbling Harry’s belly-button, he reached for the button on Harry’s jeans. It took him a couple of tries, but finally he’d opened it and, temporarily stopping his kisses, he carefully lowered the zipper. From Harry’s sigh, the pressure that was taken away was very welcome. Tugging on the jeans, Bill started to pull them down, taking Harry’s boxers along with it. Eventually only Harry’s socks needed to be taken off.. Naked, flushed and panting, Harry had never looked more beautiful to him than now. Needing to get naked also, Bill started to undress, nearly falling over when he forgot to take his shoes off first.

Still in one piece, naked and very aroused, Bill stalked back to the bed. Suddenly, he noticed Harry’s glasses were standing crookedly on his nose, about to slide off. He took them off entirely and put them on the bedside table, not only saving the glasses, but also making Harry depend more on his other senses.

Spotting some of the other items on the chair, Bill looked back at Harry. Taking the cockring he quickly walked back to the bed and, for the first time that evening, took Harry’s cock in his hand. This caused Harry’s legs to make interesting movements and Bill chuckled. Then without another word, he slipped the ring around Harry’s balls and the base of his cock.

Whispering in Harry’s ear, he said, “Now let’s get you properly worked up, hmm?”

Harry, already covered in a light coat of sweat, swallowed, lifted his head and then croaked out, “You’re kidding, right? Bill?”

Bill slowly pumped his cock, which hardened even further. When Harry noticed the restraint it put on his cock, he groaned, dropped his head back and dramatically croaked, “I’m doomed.”

Not able to resist the temptation, Bill returned to Harry’s ear and said, “You’d better believe it. You’re my captive now, Harry, and you’ll stay that way until I release you.”

“Ngggg,” was all Harry could bring out, tugging on his restraints. When Bill only chuckled in his ear, he took a shuddering breath.

“Good,” Bill almost purred in his ear. “Let’s get to that getting worked up then, hmm?”

Once again, Bill let his hands roam Harry’s body and found all the erogenous zones, reducing Harry to a quivering, trembling mass that was making guttural sounds in between his hitched breathing. So far, the only time Bill had touched Harry’s cock was when he’d put the cockring on. Feeling himself getting closer and closer, Bill finally settled himself in between Harry’s legs. Using one hand to press Harry’s hips down to the mattress, he wrapped the other around the red, hard cock.

“Biiiiiiiiiiiiilllllll,” Harry moaned. That sound was almost too much and Bill needed to squeeze the base of his cock to stop himself from going off too early. “Hu- hurry,” Harry now begged, head thrashing on his pillow.

“All in good time,” Bill growled and bent his head. With a content sigh he wrapped his lips around Harry’s cock and let his tongue circle the head. He needed both hands to keep Harry’s hips still on the mattress. Slowly, he lowered his head and took most of that red column in, letting his tongue softly massage it. Up and down he went, until he couldn’t keep Harry still any longer.

Coming up for air, he quickly summoned his wand and cast both cleaning and lubrication spells on Harry. Only Harry’s sudden hitch in breathing told him he’d noticed. After casting a lubrication spell on himself, Bill let one finger enter Harry, starting to stretch him. No matter how used Harry was to him by now, he’d never forego the stretching. According to the way Harry was moving against his finger, he was in a hurry and Bill decided that he’d done enough teasing for one night. Making short work of the stretching he was then able to enter Harry after lifting his legs on his shoulders.

As always getting past the first ring of muscle took his breath away and now, with Harry looking the way he did, Bill needed to close his eyes in order to calm himself down enough to be able to finish this properly. It took some effort, but the mental image of Griphook wearing stockings and a garter managed to nearly calm him down too much. Besides, Harry needed to adjust too. Bill knew from the way his thighs tensed up and later relaxed again, when to wait and when to press in further. Eventually, he was fully sheathed and he let go of the breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding in.

When he looked up he saw Harry’s face. His head was thrown back, the eyes wide and glazed over, chest going up and down fast from his breathing.

“Please,” he croaked, too far gone to do anything else but that.

Wanting to keep it slow at first, Bill started to move his hips. But at the sounds that started to come out of Harry’s throat, when he finally got what he wanted, Bill found that he didn’t have as strong a hold on his self-restraint as he’d thought. Soon, his hips were going faster and faster, aiming for Harry’s prostate with every thrust.

Feeling that his orgasm wasn’t far off, Bill fumbled for the cockring and managed to undo it when he finally found the clasp to open it.. After that, Harry’s sounds grew in volume. Bill vaguely wondered if Harry had set up silencing charms, but that thought was interrupted when he felt the familiar feeling in his belly that announced his orgasm. Reaching for Harry’s cock, he started to stroke it, determined to have Harry come first.

Apparently that was all that was needed, because after only a couple of strokes, Harry screamed hoarsely and came, spurting over Bill’s hand, his belly and his chest. The ripples from Harry’s orgasm proved enough to trigger Bill’s own orgasm and after two frantic thrusts he came too, collapsing on top of Harry and nearly blacking out.

He didn’t know how long he lay there, on top of Harry’s chest that slowly got back to normal breathing; his own following Harry’s. Just when he started to think he might have enough strength left to undo Harry’s cuffs, he heard the sound of someone Flooing into Harry’s living room. Harry had heard it too, because Bill felt him tense up beneath him.

“Oi! Harry!” They heard Ron’s voice. “You all right, mate?” Footsteps, coming closer and closer. The door being pushed open and then ….

“Bloody hell! Bill! Harry! Why-… What- … Bloody hell!” They heard Ron stumble back to the fireplace and then the sound of him leaving again.

“He’ll survive,” Bill whispered to Harry, finally looking up.

Harry, eyes wide and cheeks red from embarrassment, croaked, “Are you sure about that?”

The End