Yes, Sir

Time was taunting him, he just knew it. It had already been a week and yet the week hadn’t passed by fast enough. Harry found himself both anxious and excited to negotiate with Neville; so much so that he was agonizing over what he was going to wear. 

“Bloody fuck Harry, just talk to him with what you’re currently wearing. Not even I spend this much time in front of a mirror, it’s unbecoming.” Draco, ever patient, had been sitting on the foot of his bed watching him change over and over again for the last three hours. 

“But I don’t know what he likes, so I don’t know what to wear!” Draco sighed and stood up before manhandling Harry’s shirt so it sat straighter on his frame. 

“Listen to me.” His tone left no room for arguments. “You look amazing, you always do. If Neville doesn’t like the way you look then he can negotiate clothing parameters with you for when you two play. Just relax.” Harry nodded and finally managed to settle down before Neville came over. 

Draco had been on his way out when the quiet knocks came and even let Neville in as he left. Harry swore he could have heard Draco mutter something along the lines of ‘good luck’ but he couldn’t prove it and didn’t want to dwell on it. 

“Hi Neville.” Neville simply grinned and laid his jacket down on the back of the sofa. 

“Relax, I’m not about to murder you.” They both laughed at that, allowing the tension to drain away from Harry’s shoulders. 

“Sorry, I’ve just been a little out of it today. I don’t really play with anyone other than Draco so this is a little uncharted territory for me.” 

“No worries, I can understand that. Tell me what you like, the things you’re interested in.” The two talked for hours after that, comparing and contrasting different elements to things they were into. It was less of a negotiation and more of a discussion on different kinks and their mindsets behind them. 

It was several hours later when Neville left for the evening. They’d managed to set up a rather mild scene just to see how things would play out and would go from there. 

Harry was absolutely losing his mind. It had already been two weeks and he was positively beside himself thinking about the next week that still had to go by for his first scene with Neville. Draco was ever patient, but had finally had enough two days before Harry was to go see Neville. 

“Enough Harry. You’re worrying needlessly over something you can’t control. You need to stop thinking and just live in the moment.”

“But I’m excited and nervous and I don’t know what to do about it.” Draco rolled his eyes and summoned a few lengths of rope. 

“What you’re going to do is you’re going to strip to your skivvies and then you’re going to let me tie ropes all over you so you’ll relax. Now strip. That’s better.”

Two hours later, Harry was tied beautifully from head to toe. He could still move but feeling the rope biting into his body if he stretched a little too far was more than enough to calm him down and help him focus on the moment he was living in. 

“Thanks Draco. This helps a lot.” The two ate dinner with Harry in his ropes and Draco stayed the night to make sure Harry didn’t have any issues. To his surprise, Harry slept through the night and didn’t have any nightmares. 

When Harry arrived at the address Neville had given him, his jaw practically hit the floor. He never really gave any thought to Neville being a part of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, but now he realized with full force that he was rather rich. 

The main hall he’d floo’d into was lavishly decorated, although it wasn’t as gaudy as Malfoy Manor. Everything was done tastefully, even if it wasn’t Harry’s style. 

Neville came from around the corner only a few seconds after he arrived and led him to a bedroom that was decorated in golds and blues before being led through another door-this time into a dimly lit room with red lighting all around the walls. Harry looked around in awe. Play rooms never failed to amaze him and even just the thought of being in Neville’s playroom made him hard. 

Ropes decorated one wall while all sorts of floggers and paddles lined another. There was a large bed pushed to the far side of the room made up in black silk and a black couch sat in the middle of the room with a coffee table laden with all sorts of snacks, water and a pot of tea. He turned to catch sight of Neville slowly shutting the door with a click before he looked up at Harry with a smirk. Harry shivered. 

“Look at you, you’re absolutely powerless against me,” Neville cooed. He lightly grabbed Harry’s chin and lifted his face and turned it back and forth. “You’ll do just fine darling. Now be good and stay still for me.” Harry practically melted at the low tones Neville’s voice had taken on and did his best to stay still while he went to grab some rope off the wall. 

The feeling of ropes sliding against his body would never fail to amaze him, nor would it fail to arouse him. His member was pressed tightly against the jeans he wore and was just uncomfortable enough to turn him on even more. What seemed like an eternity later, Harry was bound with his forearms together in front of him with his hands cradling his own face and his legs were bound to each other with just enough room to let him walk. The end of the rope tying his legs together was still grasped in Neville’s hand, making a makeshift leash of sorts, which only served to turn him on more. Harry hadn’t even noticed his mind slipping into his subspace but now that he was there he wouldn’t want it any other way. 

“There there darling, isn’t that better now that you’re all tied up and helpless?” Harry nodded. He vaguely recognized that he had a goofy grin on his face, but he didn’t care anymore. All he cared about right now was being good for Neville. “Good, good. Now go kneel at the side of the bed, there’s a good boy.” Harry inwardly preened at the compliment and kneeled right where Neville had pointed to. A small part of his mind reminded him that they had negotiated a spanking as well, and he was looking forward to it. 

The first smack came without warning and nearly had Harry jump out of his own skin, even if it was rather light. Neville chuckled darkly in his ear and he moaned with the desire to have that hand back on his skin again. 

“So eager are we darling?” Another smack to his other cheek came then. “You’re so beautiful, all tied up like this and practically begging to be spanked.” Harry whimpered just before another smack landed on his arse. 

They continued on like this, but Harry had lost track of time long ago. It seemed like an eternity later when Neville laid him on the bed and started undoing the ropes. He took his time and only undid the ropes that held his arms up and his legs together so he could move around without having all the ropes taken off while he was in subspace. 

His mind drifted, everything felt light and floaty and he felt absolutely wonderful. The only thing that would have made it better would have been sex-something that he and Neville hadn’t negotiated and hadn’t partaken in. 

He gradually came back to himself and realized that Neville had pulled his back to Neville’s front and pulled the covers up over their shoulders. Harry smiled and turned his face to see Neville watching over him. 

“Thank you.” His voice was soft, but gratitude laced every syllable. 

“No, thank you. I had a wonderful time playing with you. Do you want me to take the ropes off now?” Harry nodded and patiently waited while Neville unwrapped every knot. When he was done, Harry curled up into Neville’s side and fell asleep almost instantly.