Word Prompt - HP/LV - Harder
This is for Kuro, who I don't think is on my LJ, if she is on LJ. >.> ?
Title: Harder
Pairing: Harry/Lord Voldemort
Rating: This is not appropriate for people who aren't depraved. : D
Warnings: Spanking, Dom/sub. I guess a little manipulation. Just spices life up, huh!
Voldemort had never let him go. The portkey had been destroyed as soon as he'd appeared at the clearing in the graveyard, all those years ago, or maybe it was only two years, maybe a year, maybe six months. He didn't know.
He knew, however, that it was much easier, much less painful to give in. He knew how this worked. Voldemort was in charge. Just like Uncle Vernon had been in charge when he'd stayed with his muggle relatives. It was simple Darwinism. Survival of the fittest, strongest. Strong minded. He couldn't fight back, he couldn't blast his way out of here with a wand, even if he had one.
He could, however, please Voldemort. A pleased Voldemort was a warm, fed and safe Harry. Even if he was a bit sore.
And if there's one thing Voldemort loved, or at least appreciated above all else. It was Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, begging Lord Voldemort.
Sometimes he would beg for things he didn't want, but Voldemort would hurt him if he didn't, sometimes he begged for things he wanted. Sometimes, he begged because he knew it drove his Lord wild.
It distracted him.
This was one such time, as Voldemort had him over his knee, his hand hard and harsh as he pelted Harry's ass with hits. "We do not disrespect Death Eaters; we do not attack Death Eaters." He could hear the man scolding him, but he just droned it out, soon enough he'd have Voldemort moving on to bigger and better things.
The sadism of the act turned the man on, Harry knew that, but he also knew, the more aroused the man got, the more ... single minded he got. Like if they were having sex, at Voldemort's leisure of course, the man sometimes lost his rhythm when Harry started kissing him.
"Count, Harry, or we'll start over every time you stop."
"Five," Harry whimpered quietly, twenty left. It continued on for a few strikes, some harder than others, some lingering as Voldemort took pleasure in his flesh. When Voldemort's hand lingered for a few seconds too long, Harry knew his chance of stopping at thirteen strikes was coming.
"Harder," He murmured, pushing his ass back against the hand, whimpering loudly as number eleven came down. "Eleven, again, harder, please," Then there was twelve and he was pushing back still, meeting Voldemort's hand again. He could hear the older man panting. "Please, harder," the thirteenth slap came, and instead of his hand being removed, Voldemort grabbed his ass and pulled the boy closer, ravaging him savagely.
Too easy, Harry thought with a smile, kissing the older man back.
Title: Harder
Pairing: Harry/Lord Voldemort
Rating: This is not appropriate for people who aren't depraved. : D
Warnings: Spanking, Dom/sub. I guess a little manipulation. Just spices life up, huh!
Voldemort had never let him go. The portkey had been destroyed as soon as he'd appeared at the clearing in the graveyard, all those years ago, or maybe it was only two years, maybe a year, maybe six months. He didn't know.
He knew, however, that it was much easier, much less painful to give in. He knew how this worked. Voldemort was in charge. Just like Uncle Vernon had been in charge when he'd stayed with his muggle relatives. It was simple Darwinism. Survival of the fittest, strongest. Strong minded. He couldn't fight back, he couldn't blast his way out of here with a wand, even if he had one.
He could, however, please Voldemort. A pleased Voldemort was a warm, fed and safe Harry. Even if he was a bit sore.
And if there's one thing Voldemort loved, or at least appreciated above all else. It was Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, begging Lord Voldemort.
Sometimes he would beg for things he didn't want, but Voldemort would hurt him if he didn't, sometimes he begged for things he wanted. Sometimes, he begged because he knew it drove his Lord wild.
It distracted him.
This was one such time, as Voldemort had him over his knee, his hand hard and harsh as he pelted Harry's ass with hits. "We do not disrespect Death Eaters; we do not attack Death Eaters." He could hear the man scolding him, but he just droned it out, soon enough he'd have Voldemort moving on to bigger and better things.
The sadism of the act turned the man on, Harry knew that, but he also knew, the more aroused the man got, the more ... single minded he got. Like if they were having sex, at Voldemort's leisure of course, the man sometimes lost his rhythm when Harry started kissing him.
"Count, Harry, or we'll start over every time you stop."
"Five," Harry whimpered quietly, twenty left. It continued on for a few strikes, some harder than others, some lingering as Voldemort took pleasure in his flesh. When Voldemort's hand lingered for a few seconds too long, Harry knew his chance of stopping at thirteen strikes was coming.
"Harder," He murmured, pushing his ass back against the hand, whimpering loudly as number eleven came down. "Eleven, again, harder, please," Then there was twelve and he was pushing back still, meeting Voldemort's hand again. He could hear the older man panting. "Please, harder," the thirteenth slap came, and instead of his hand being removed, Voldemort grabbed his ass and pulled the boy closer, ravaging him savagely.
Too easy, Harry thought with a smile, kissing the older man back.