Painted Stars

Neville quickly closed the door as he pulled Harry in from the cold, reaching out and smiling as he carefully removed the snow-covered scarf and hat from around his neck and head. The disruption caused Harry's silky black locks to tumble free from the tie that had been binding them, cascading in waves around his shoulders, and Nev's heart leapt in his chest at the smouldering expression that had settled into those gorgeous eyes as they rose to meet his.

More tempting still was the rosy glow left behind on Harry's cheeks and nose from the winter chill which, when combined with the wildness of his hair, left Harry looking as if he'd been freshly fucked, causing Nev's cock to harden and his trousers to tighten insistently.

"Still cold?" he murmured huskily, thrilling at the way Harry nodded and clung to his jacket.

"Freezing," Harry whispered, watching his lips with a longing stare.

"Well then, I guess we'd better get you out of these clothes and warm you up."

An intense hunger filled Harry's eyes and he nodded slowly, standing on tiptoe to brush his lips against Neville's before he froze and pulled away. 

"Just give me one minute. I need to run to the bathroom," he said, flushing as he continued, "I'll be right back. Okay?"

Nev chuckled at the sudden change in his demeanour and nodded. I've waited for you half my life, he thought . What's a few minutes more? After all, one couldn't always help when nature called. Holding Harry's chin in place, he stole one last kiss and hotly murmured against his lips, "Of course. I'll get a fire started and meet you on the couch."

Smiling, Harry nodded and slipped away. Quickly shrugging out of his coat, he shook the snow free and then hung it up in the closet before turning and heading back upstairs. 

Nev watched his retreating form a few moments more, wearing a lovesick expression as he admired the strong lines of Harry's back and shoulders, before shrugging out of his own coat and turning to face the hearth. With a swish of his wand, he pulled the wood and kindling from their respective piles and formed them into the shape of a log cabin, directing it into the fireplace with ease. A further flick of the wrist caused sparks to crackle at its centre and he nodded as they morphed and spread, slowly growing into a cosy fire. 

Looking around, he decided the room needed something more and walked through the kitchen and into the pantry, grinning once he'd found what he'd been looking for. Stacked in rows along the back of one of the shelves were a number of candles and he waved his wand, directing them into the lounge. Standing between the sofa and coffee table, he turned in a circle, carefully scattering them around the room before twirling his wrist and lighting them in one fluid motion. 

"Ace," he murmured as he glanced around and admired his handiwork. He smiled at the final result. 

Easing himself down onto the comfortable seating arrangement, he stretched his legs out, propping his feet up on the coffee table, and retrieved his copy of Phineas Morley's Belligerent Botany, settling in as he waited for Harry to return. 

Meanwhile upstairs, Harry had stripped out of his damp clothing the moment he'd disappeared from Nev's sight and laid them out across the chaise to dry. Then, turning back towards the soggy hiking boots that he'd just removed, he muttered a quick combination of drying and transfiguration spells and smiled as they morphed into a posh-looking pair of black stilettos. Slipping them on, he slowly approached the gilded mirror beside their bed and flushed when he caught sight of his reflection. 

Having shed the outfit which Neville had chosen for him, he was left wearing only the lingerie that he'd slipped on beneath it, and standing before Harry was a man whom he barely recognised. Slim and sculpted, he smiled at the way his ecru skin caused the risqué undergarments to pop against his smooth complexion. The garter belt and thong he wore were made of fine French lace, shifting from emerald to onyx as the light caught upon their shimmering thread and led his gaze down to the matching silk stockings which clung to his legs and perfectly accentuated them. Twisting slowly around, he thrilled at the way his already pert arse was lifted and put on display by the sinful fuck-me pumps that completed his look. 

Turning back towards the mirror, he lifted his wand and gave it a flourish, smiling when his already lush lashes extended and a gloss appeared upon his lips. He then quickly ran his fingers through his hair, mussing its waves just the way Neville liked, and gave himself a final once-over, smiling with a saucy wink as he admired his reflection.

Satisfied with the outcome, he carefully stepped from his heels and picked them up so he could more easily creep down to Nev and descended the stairs. As he finally cleared the last step, Harry looked up and took in the sight of Neville reclining on the couch. Settled cosily in front of the fire, he was surrounded by twinkling white candles with a book poised between his skilled fingertips and a slight smile curling across his beautiful lips. A jolt of euphoria shot through Harry's veins as he absorbed the reality that this incredible man, who he still couldn't believe was his to touch and kiss, was waiting just for him.

Grinning, he quietly placed the stilettos onto the floor, stepped back into them, and cocked one hip out in front of the other. Softly clearing his throat before he spoke, "Hey, stud."

The endearment zipped down Neville's spine, causing the hair on his forearms to rise and his already stiff prick to ache. Smiling, he leaned forward and set the book back on the coffee table before turning to face its source. 

"Mmm... you know how much I love it when you call me tha—." However, the words died on Nev's lips, and his eyes flared as he finally took Harry in. 

Standing poised in front of the stairs, he was dripping in leather and lace, looking sexier than any fantasy Neville could ever hope to dream up. From the black pumps on his feet, and the sheer thigh-highs that skimmed and lengthened his beautifully toned legs, all the way up to the skimpy scraps of lace that tauntingly covered his slender waist and cock—every inch of Harry was screaming to be claimed. Nev suddenly found it difficult to breathe, his body in overdrive as he remembered the conversation they'd had two nights prior. 

"What's a fantasy you've always wanted to try, but have never had the nerve to?" he'd asked Harry. Desperate to give things to him that no one else had. 

There had been a pause and Harry had lowered his lashes, hiding his eyes as he'd softly murmured, "To dress up in pretty little underpinnings, and watch the heat in my lover's eyes as he slowly peels them off."

Desire had slammed through Neville's body at the admission, and he had nearly come when Harry had slowly lifted his eyes and asked, "What's yours?"

The answer had been as immediate as it was sincere. 

"To see you in lace."

And here Harry stood: eyes hooded and watching Nev's every move as he slowly reached down into his lacy little knickers and stroked his prick. 

"Fuck, baby," Neville groaned in a tortured voice, his eyes roving over Harry from head to toe. "What are you wearing?"

"You like it?" Harry smiled wickedly, doing a little spin and revealing his incredible arse as he did. "I know it's only Christmas Eve, but I thought you might like something to unwrap."

A strangled noise escaped Neville's throat as he fought to maintain control. Vaulting over the back of the couch, he rushed to Harry and their mouths crushed against one another as he took him in his arms. The intensity of his kisses left Harry breathless and disoriented as he pulled away and bent down, wrapping his arms around Harry’s lace-clad thighs and lifting him up in one swift movement. A surprised little exclamation burst from his mouth and the sound of it chipped further at Neville’s resolve. 

A quick brush of lips against his hip accompanied by the sting of Nev's palm against his arse pulled a moan from Harry's lips, and before he knew it he was watching Neville’s firm behind swaying back and forth as they ascended the stairs. Moments later his stomach dropped out from beneath him and he suddenly found himself looking up at the ceiling as Nev tossed him onto the bed and knelt down at the foot of it.

“It should be illegal for anyone to be this sexy,” Neville murmured heatedly.  Spreading kisses along Harry’s thighs, he bit down around one of the garters and tugged against it, releasing it with a stinging snap that caused Harry to moan.  

“It’s too bad that you’re not an Auror anymore,” Harry teasingly pouted, propping himself up on his elbows and flexing his hips temptingly.

“Oh? And why’s that?” Nev said with a dark smile as he lifted his jumper over his head and, pulling it off, cast it across the room. His golden curls were tussled by its removal and Harry longed to run his fingers through them and pull. Instead, he settled for sliding them temptingly over his thighs and groin as his eyes slowly raked over Neville, pausing to bite his lip at the now familiar outline that pressed against the thigh of his jeans.

“Because,” he whispered tartly.  “I’m rather fond of the idea of you handcuffing me.”

Neville’s eyes flared at the daring remark and he reached down, slowly unbuckling his belt and pulling it free as he hummed, “If you wanted to be bound, all you had to do was ask. Is that what you want, baby?”

Blood rushed to Harry’s head, pounding in his ears, and he nodded wordlessly. Desire and fear were a heady concoction, filling his veins and causing him to squirm against the linens.

The half-smile that pulled at Neville’s lips was primal and Harry suddenly found himself feeling as though he was prey being stalked through the forest, desperate to be caught.

“Wait here, right here,” Neville instructed him, an authoritative bent to his voice. Raising himself to stand, he leaned in, invading Harry’s space to brush a kiss over his lips. “And don’t move a muscle. Understood?”

Harry nodded obediently, eyes wide and panting. He loved this side of Nev and would have done just about anything he was asked to.

“Good,” Neville purred. Sinking his fingers into Harry’s hair, he tugged it softly and craned his neck, dragging his teeth over the newly exposed skin and causing him to whimper with need. “I’ll know if you disobey me.”

“What’ll happen if I do?” Harry asked softly.  A flush spreading from his cheeks to his chest.

Neville’s stomach tightened.

“Do you want me to show you?"

Harry looked up at him, green eyes hooded as he gave a single nod.

“Turn over.” 

His tone brooked no argument and Harry did so immediately, bending over the edge of the bed. Squirming as he felt the brush of lips up his spine. The tip of a nose gliding over his shoulder blade. Fingers sinking into his hair, gathering it in a fist and squeezing tightly.

“Stay still,” Nev murmured roughly beside his ear. A whimper escaped Harry’s throat, but he did as he was told and held his breath, waiting.

A sudden brush of something smooth and cool against his arse competed for attention with the lips that were exploring the crook of his neck, and he gasped dreamily as the two sensations licked at his senses and worked him up into a frenzy. Then both withdrew, leaving him with heightened senses and a longing that warmed the pit of his stomach. He waited for a torturous few moments, aching, and when his need finally became too much to bear, he rocked his hips desperate for relief. 

A quiet tsk sounded from behind him mere moments before he felt the lash of leather lick across his skin, causing the breath to catch in his throat as delicious pain lanced across his behind.

“I told you to stay still,” Nev tutted. A second, harder impact followed his words and Harry cried out in pleasure. Panting when the gentle press of fingers soothed his burning skin, followed closely by a trail of kisses. Light-headed he flushed as Neville continued, “Now you know what happens when you disobey me. So, don’t move a muscle.”

Drawing the belt along his skin, Nev draped the length of it across the expanse of Harry’s arse and tucked it in beneath his hips. Leaving him wound up and waiting as he murmured, “I’ll know if you do.”

“Yes, sir,” Harry breathed softly.

“Good boy,” came Neville’s husky reply and with that he disappeared, leaving Harry trembling and desperate for release. 

The moments ticked by, tortuous in the way that they stretched out, but Harry remained still, waiting as patiently as he was able to.  Focusing on his breathing, he attempted not to let his mind run away with him, knowing that the rewards that Neville had in store far outweighed any release he could give himself.

He was so lost in thought that he didn’t even hear when Nev padded back into the room, and goosebumps burst across his skin at the sudden brush of fingers through his hair and lips against his shoulder.

"So good..." Neville murmured, causing Harry to smile and preen as he slowly pulled his belt free and let it fall to the floor. A few more kisses ghosted across the column of Harry’s throat before he quietly continued, “Now, put your hands behind your back and turn to look at me.”

Harry nodded and released the coverlet that he’d had bunched in his fists.  With movements that were carefully measured, he slowly pulled his arms down from where they had been resting above his head and crossed them over the small of his back. Turning his neck and pressing his cheek against the bed, he slowly opened his eyes and flushed as they met the piercing blue of Nev’s.  

“Like that?” he asked breathily.

“Just like that,” Neville smiled and leaned down for a soft pull from his lips.

He was sitting across the edge of the bed and Harry warmed as he realised that the front of his well-worn denims had been unbuttoned and the zipper was parted, revealing the shimmering path of champagne curls that rested just above his incredible cock. Across his gorgeous thigh lay a tightly coiled length of black silk rope, and Harry bit into his full lower lip at the images that had suddenly begun to race through his mind.

“Have you ever been tied up before?” Neville asked softly. Looking down at him affectionately as he softly ran his fingers up and down along his spine.

“No. I’ve only ever been handcuffed,” Harry whispered, thrilled as he watched something primal and possessive pass through Nev’s eyes at his confession. Flushing, he softly continued, “But I’ve always wanted to be.”

“Soon,” Neville said with a smile, then leaned in for another kiss. “But first we need to talk about safety. This rope is soft, so it shouldn’t hurt your wrists too badly, but still, I want you to let me know if you experience any discomfort or pain. Especially if your arms, hands or shoulders start to fall asleep. We don’t want you getting any nerve damage. Alright?”

Harry nodded, paying close attention to Nev’s instructions as joy and longing exploded in his chest at his gentle tone.

“Good,” Nev said. Rewarding him with another brush of the lips. “Since you’ve never done this before, you’re probably going to think the restraints need to be tighter than they actually do. The goal is to restrain your overall movements, but you should still be able to wiggle your fingers and ball your fists, so I’m going to need you to do both of those things as I tie them around you. So long as you can’t slip your wrists through them, we are good.”

Again, Harry nodded, his curiosity and need rising to meet each other as he listened closely to every word. 

“Lastly,” Neville said with a smile, “safe words are wonderful, and you can certainly choose one of you'd like to, but in this situation, it’s not an absolute necessity. I’ve enchanted these ropes so that if you panic and forget it, or if your mouth is otherwise occupied, they will sense a fear response and release you. Sound good?”

Knowing that Nev had taken such extreme care in considering his well-being caused Harry’s chest to ache with love, and he quietly nodded his understanding, unable to find his voice.

“Good,” Neville smiled sweetly, stroking Harry’s hair and brushing their noses together.

When he straightened there was a new rigidity in his posture and Harry’s heart raced at the dominance of it.

“Uncross your wrists,” he said softly, and lifted the rope from his lap, slowly unwinding it as he watched Harry closely.  He nodded approvingly as Harry complied. “That’s good, baby. Now, ball your hands into fists and press them as closely together as is comfortable.”

When Harry had done as he was asked, Neville rose from the bed and came around to stand between his thighs, pulling Harry’s wrists up just enough to ensure that he had proper movement in his shoulders and that he’d be able to work around them. Slowly, Nev began to twine the rope back and forth around his wrists, wrapping it in a figure-eight pattern, before securing it with a few loops across the centre. Taking great care to make sure the strand wasn’t cutting into his skin and that he had enough room to slip a finger beneath the binds.

“Okay baby,” he murmured softly, “now is the time to wiggle those fingers and ball those fists for me.” 

Harry did as he was asked, peeking over his shoulder and staring with fascination as Neville closely watched his hands, checking his range of movement and readjusting the rope as necessary. As though he could sense Harry’s eyes on him, Nev glanced up and smiled, giving him a flirtatious wink as he tugged against the restraints. 

“How’s that?” he asked with a smile. “Are you comfortable?”

Flushing, Harry returned his smile and nodded.

“Good. Now, let’s see what we can do to change that,” he said, sending butterflies rocketing through Harry’s stomach. Then, securing his hands around Harry’s hips, Neville lifted up against them and hotly murmured, “Crawl up the bed.”

Using his shoulder for leverage, Harry did as he was told and slowly inched his way up until his face was planted amongst the pillows.

“On your back,” Neville commanded next, an approving smile lighting up his face as Harry turned to face him. His eyes raked slowly over Harry’s body, lingering on the lace that was wrapped around his waist before dipping further south and settling on his thighs. “Good boy. Now spread your legs.”

Crawling into the space that appeared between Harry’s ankles, he slowly slipped his heels off and gently kissed across the arches of his feet as he massaged them with gentle strokes.

“Oh...” Harry sighed softly, surprise arching his brows as he watched on with hooded eyes.

Glancing up, Nev smiled, then slowly began to kiss his way up Harry’s left calf and thigh. Whimpering, Harry bit into his lower lip and nodded, heating as their eyes met when Neville reached up and hooked his fingers beneath the fabric that was stretched across his hips. 

“What’s this?” Nev murmured teasingly, leaning in to run his tongue over Harry’s cock where it pressed insistently against the lace of his knickers, pulling a moan from between his lips. 

“Fuck!” Harry gasped, struggling against his restraints as they pressed between his back and the bed.

Neville glanced up at the cry and smiled wickedly, then teasingly murmured, “I guess I’ll just have to pull these down to find out.”

Harry nodded enthusiastically back at him. Watching with wide eyes as Nev roughly tugged down on the fabric until his cock sprang free. Squirming when Nev's lips brushed over his shaft and bollocks, before tilting back up into a grin as he slowly pulled the little piece of fabric free from Harry’s body and wadded it into a ball.

Nev sucked and nipped a trail of kisses across Harry’s skin as he slowly crawled back up the bed, stopping just shy of his lips as he hovered above them.

“Open your mouth,” he said softly. The dominance in his voice seemed to curl around Harry’s prick and squeeze. 

Nodding obediently, Harry licked his lips then parted them, heart hammering in his chest as he eagerly waited to find out what would come next. Half expecting to feel the press of Nev’s own lips against his, he flushed crimson and let out a muffled moan when Neville took the little ball he’d created with Harry’s knickers and shoved them into his mouth instead. 

“You like that, baby?” Neville murmured hotly. Heart racing when Harry’s brows creased and he quickly nodded, straining against his ties. 

"Good,” he breathed, stroking Harry’s hair, then tugging against it and holding him in place as he ground their cocks against each other. As pleasure coiled in the pit of his stomach, Neville groaned, and his voice was strained with need when he continued, “Because now I am going to fuck you so hard that you’ll forget everything but the feeling of me buried inside of you, pressing against that special little spot until you come around my prick.”

Harry whimpered, eyes rolling back as the image of Nev sheathed inside of him flashed across his mind. Panic surged through his veins though when Neville crawled out from between his thighs. The feeling was washed away seconds later, however, when he reached down and firmly pressed his palm to Harry's hip, guiding him into rolling back onto his stomach. The brush of lips against his spine was a balm to Harry’s frayed nerves, and he let out a heaving sigh at the feeling of Nev’s fingers pressing between his cleft and massaging his eager rosette. 

“That’s it,” Neville murmured softly, gradually slipping two fingers past the pink ring of muscles and into Harry’s body. Pumping slowly, he said, “Open up for me.”

As if Harry’s body was capable of doing anything else at that moment. 

With a moan and a sigh, Harry relaxed onto the bed, grinding his cock against the coverlet as his hips mirrored the rhythm of Nev’s strokes. Finally, when his body was so relaxed it felt like it might meld to the bed, Neville pulled his fingers free and knelt between Harry’s legs.

“Up on your knees,” came his husky command and, desperate to feel the pleasure that had been promised, Harry complied. A moment or two later, he felt Neville settle between his thighs and groaned when a hand closed around his hip, holding him in place as a warm stream of liquid dripped onto his hole. 

Neville slowly rubbed his piercing back and forth across it, making sure that Harry was relaxed and slick, before sinking roughly into him, pressing all the way inside. Harry cursed instinctively, but the only sound to escape around the gag in his mouth was a mewling cry.

Neville for his part let out a heady groan, leaning over Harry and curling his arms around his waist as he slowly began to rock his hips.

“Fuuuck!” he gasped roughly, stilling for a moment as the pleasure which was pounding through his body threatened to pull him under. When it finally felt as if he could move without risk of immediately spilling inside of Harry, he tightened his grasp around his waist and slowly straightened until Harry was kneeling atop his lap, straddling his thighs. 

"How's that feel, love?" he murmured thickly against Harry's neck, gripping the restraints wrapped around his wrists tightly, using them to hold him in place as he thrust deeply from behind. 

Harry's responding moan was drawn out and muffled against the ball of knickers inside his mouth and Neville smiled at the keening quality of it. 

Drawing the tip of his tongue along the shell of Harry's ear, he continued to thrust in and out of his body before gently biting and tugging at its lobe. The trembling groan that he was met with only served to heighten his arousal, and as a burst of adrenaline shot through his veins, Neville wrapped Harry’s hair around his free hand and tightened his grip. 

"Mmm, you like that baby?" he asked huskily. 

Harry nodded frantically in response, pulling against his restraints and pumping his own hips in time with Neville’s. 

"What's that?” he taunted, loving the desperate way that Harry attempted to respond around his gag. “I can't hear you, baby... I'm gonna need you to speak up. Tell me what you want."

Nev’s words pulled a whimper from Harry's throat which quickly morphed into a frustrated groan and he thrashed his hips back, stilling as the deepness of their combined strokes pressed insistently against his prostate, nudging him closer to climax. The pleasure that had been so overwhelming mere moments before mellowed to a satisfying pulse and sated his lust-driven anxiety as Neville continued to slowly thrust in and out of his body. Relaxing, Harry dropped his head back to rest against Nev’s shoulder, sighing contentedly as they gradually found themselves moving as one. 

Resting his cheek against Harry’s temple, Neville pressed a kiss to it, flushing as his eyes caught sight of their reflection in the mirror. Etched into Harry’s face was a look of pure bliss, his black lashes fanned across his flushed cheeks, mouth relaxed against the balled-up lace between his lips as he quietly moaned. Yet the image only became more incredible as Nev’s eyes travelled down their entwined figures; Loving the sight of Harry’s prick as it stood straight up with a glistening thread of precum dripping down and disappearing from sight between his silk and lace clad thighs. Nev flexed and rolled his hips, desperate to be as deep inside of his raven-haired beauty as their bodies would allow.

“Mmmuuuhrr,” Harry cried out against his gag, trying desperately to be heard as he struggled against his restraints and tightened his hole around Neville’s cock. 

The pleasure was overwhelming, stealing Neville’s breath away like a punch to the gut, and with a voice like velvet heat, he roughly murmured, "Keep that up and I won't be able to stop myself from spilling inside of you. Is that what you want?"

The question had been intended as a rhetorical one, but when Harry frantically nodded and squeezed tighter still, Neville was filled by a sudden need to do exactly that. 

Letting go of Harry’s hair, he reached between their bodies and quickly began to untie the cord from around Harry’s wrists. Even the shaking of Nev's hands couldn’t overpower his experience, and it was only a scant few seconds before Harry’s wrists slipped free of the silk that bound them. 

Not wasting a single second that was given to him, Harry pulled the lace knickers from his mouth and turned his face to meet Nev’s. Wrapping one hand over the palm that was secured around his waist, he tangled the other in Neville’s curls as their mouths collided in a searing kiss.

“Deeper,” he whimpered, riding Nev frantically as he moaned, “I’m going to come!”

As though Harry’s words had set off a switch in him, Neville trembled and held him tighter.  Slipping in and out of his body at a dizzying pace, he reached down between Harry’s thighs and palmed his cock, stroking it in time to the pumping of their hips.

“Come for me, baby,” he murmured heatedly. He tried to rein in his own desire as Harry whimpered and began to tremble in his arms. A few strokes more and Harry stiffened in his arms, crying out incoherently as his prick spasmed in Neville’s grasp and a warm rush of liquid flowed down from his knob, coating Neville’s fingers and causing a familiar tightening to settle in his groin. “That’s it,” he groaned softly, trying desperately to regain control as he continued to kiss and stroke Harry’s neck and cock, easing him through his climax. 

By the time Harry’s equilibrium began to return to normal, Nev was wound tighter than a drum, only succumbing to his own need when Harry reached back, stroking his hair and beginning to ride him once more.

“Are you ready to come, love?” Harry asked softly.

The sound that clawed its way out of Neville’s throat was somewhere between a laugh and a groan, breathy and slightly hysterical as he wrapped both arms tightly around Harry’s waist, holding him close as he nodded in confirmation.

"What are you waiting for, stud?” he asked, stoking Nev’s desire. “Give it to me! I want you to come inside!”

“FUCK!” Neville cried out, unable to hold back any longer as Harry’s words washed over him. Their lips found each other, crashing together and Neville slid his hands down Harry’s body and gripped onto his thighs.  Holding Harry in place as stars burst across his vision and he roughly fucked and filled him from behind. 

“That’s it,” Harry murmured, repeating Nev’s own words against his lips, as the pace of their lovemaking gradually slowed. Softly squeezing around his prick, Harry drew a gasp from Nev’s lips as the last of his seed drained inside of him.

Then, leaning forward, they both moaned as Nev's cock slipped free and, feeling as though his limbs were made of jelly, Harry laid down. Rolling onto his back, he gave Nev a gentle smile and patted the space beside him. 

“Come here, baby,” he said in a soft and soothing voice, smiling when, instead of dropping to the bed, Nev leaned down and kissed his thigh. Then, with aching tenderness, he carefully removed Harry’s garter belt and stockings. He dropped them to the floor before snagging a spare blanket from the foot of the bed, crawling back up it, and spreading the warming layer over their exposed skin.

“Roll over,” Neville grumbled sleepily, kissing his shoulder. “I want you to be the little spoon.”

Smiling, Harry complied and moved onto his side. Sighing contentedly, he quickly fell asleep, as Neville curled up behind him, wrapping him tight within the safety of his arms.