Flying and ...

Flying ameliorated the senses much like riding Lucius’ cock.

Harry feels a heart stopping sensation when he files and when he’s sliding up and down Lucius’ cock.

The feeling in the pit of his stomach that manifests itself when he goes into a deep dive is mimicked when Lucius places a cock ring around him to stave off his orgasm.

The rush he gets when Lucius is sucking him off is the same when he’s soaring through the air in a high climb.

Flying and fucking was it any wonder he liked those two things best.

The feel of a smooth, hard, polished handle between his legs, the power that hums through him when he first straddles the broom reminds him of the smooth, hard body that trembles underneath him when he hums around Lucius’ hard shaft.

The feel of Lucius’ breath on his neck as he sleeps beside him feels like the wind that blows over him as he sits aloft on his broom high in the air.

Harry loved these two activities. Both allowed him the freedom to act freely. On a broomstick Harry could let go of all his worries and cares. On Lucius Harry could unleash the tight control he held himself with.

On his broom he worried for no one save himself. On Lucius he cared for no one’s pleasure but his own and Lucius’.

Flying and fucking were the only timed he had to himself. He had to kowtow to rules and expectations all day. When he walks through the bedroom doors or straddles his broom that time is over. Lucius and his broom give him everything he wanted or ever needed.

Lucius introduced him to new heights of pleasure mentally. His broom took him to new heights physically.

Harry never realized how tightly wound he was until one night Lucius suggested they play a little game.

When the blond came out in a black patent leather outfit that emphasized the strong line lines of his legs, cock and muscular chest Harry was speechless. Harry’s jaw dropped when he finally dragged his eyes away from the man to the cat-o-nine tails that he was casually flicking around.

It didn’t escape his notice how quickly his cock jumped to attention. That night he allowed Lucius to use his body as he wished. It was then Harry learned that pain could lead to another outcome.

He still gets hard when he thinks of that night.

When the Ministry was too overbearing Harry opened his window Accio’d his broom and took off. No one would dare follow him to the heights he flew save Draco. Since Draco shared the same hate for Ministry affairs Harry did Draco rarely succumbed to the cries of Harry’s secretary. When he did it was to join Harry.

Whether it was playing Omega to Lucius’ Alpha or it was skimming the treetops along the Manor Harry knew with all certainty that flying and fucking were the things he did best.