red like cherry pop
some larry smut for kara because her oneshot still isn't finished (this is working out well for her omg she's getting a bunch of them). this includes heavy d/s, bondage, and come-play and yes it's written in second person and no i don't know why. (also gratuitous mentions of 'good boy' because it's both kara and i's guilty pleasure.)
title from i like by klaas, which i have never listened to, just needed a lyric.
he looks gorgeous. his eyes are dark with arousal and his curls are limp, fringe starting to stick to his forehead. his lips are red and stretched around the ball gag that cuts into his cheeks just enough to pinken them, and his arms are tied securely behind him, wrists twisting as he tests his binds. both of you know he's not getting free.
he's on his knees in front of you, looking up with lust blown pupils and he wants it all, everything, anything you'll give him. but he waits. he'll always wait.
you crouch so you're on the same level and watch as he leans forward slightly, needing a touch of some kind, and you take pity on him, fingers just barely brushing up the inside of his thigh. he trembles and you skim over his cock, strained and leaking, before you trace up his stomach and chest to cup the side of his neck. he swallows and waits, of course.
"you look beautiful like this." you say, and he blushes, but doesn't look away.
you reach up to stroke over his jaw and he shuts his eyes as if he has to or he'll be too overwhelmed, and it's that which makes you kiss from his cheek to his ear, testing his limits. though, you're not quite sure he has any.
"are you gonna be good for me?" you ask, and you feel rather than see his shiver. he nods quickly, hair tickling your cheek.
you shift to have one knee between his spread ones and mouth down his neck to his pulse point, hand moving to card through his hair, something you know puts him under in an instant. as if he isn't already.
but then you yank, tugging his head back to expose more of his neck to you and you plant rough kisses down the skin, muttering "i didn't catch that, harry. are you going to be a good boy?"
this time he makes a wobbly noise of agreement, still unable to speak. it's enough, you suppose, and you suck a mark into his neck to work him up further. he's so much prettier when he's ruined.
"that's better." you tell him, before pulling his head back to make him look at you, eyes so hooded it looks like it might be a struggle to keep them focused. he's down hard and it's perfect.
"you're gonna suck me off." you instruct, and he nods instantly, seeming to zone back in at the order. "and then i'm gonna come all over you."
he whimpers at that, because he wants it so much his cock gives a jerk. you give it a small stroke to keep him grounded, before smirking. "and then after that, if you're good for me, i'll get you off too. can you be good for me darling?"
he nods again, his desperate whine muffled by the gag.
you stand up and shuck your boxers, and he shuffles closer almost subconsciously, eying your hard cock like it's a prize.
hooking a finger in his gag, you tug it sloppily down his chin, spit trailing after it. he doesn't even look abashed, simply fidgeting as he stares at your dick and waits impatiently for you to give it to him. you keep him there for a while longer because it's unbearably hot to see him plead with his face but never his words, not until you say. when he's rocking back and forth slightly, flushed down to his chest, you move.
you trace over his bottom lip before tipping his mouth open. he's pliant, of course, despite nearly drooling for it. he smiles a little in relief when you bring your cock towards him, bumping his cheek before you let him take you into his mouth. it's velvety heat as always and he keeps loose until you tap his cheek, a silent instruction for more. he sucks hard then, bobbing his head and swirling his tongue, and you place a hand on the back of his head to guide him, your other toying with the gag around his neck, looking much like a collar.
