Harry loved his Master. He loved him a lot.

They were in the library when he got distracted, he looked up to see him working. His Masters dark wavy hair mussed from running his hands through in frustration, his eyes were looking at the parchment on his desk but Harry knew they would be crimson. Lips red from frustrated nibbling, his jaw line defined, flexing. Smooth skin in his neck that disappeared into the shirt, his robe long discarded. The top three buttons undone, displaying a hint of the firm chest Harry loves to lay on. Broad shoulders moving as his Master stretched his fatigued hands. Hands that Harry knew well.

Harry loved everything about his master. The way his skin felt on his hands or the smell of his Master. Harry loved his masters voice during play time and also when he they were just talking. One day Harry wants to carry his Master's heir. He would do anything for his Master

His Master had noticed his perusal and called him .Harry knelt between his Masters feet. No words were exchanged his master simply pulled his member out of his pants and Harry immediately put it in his mouth. His Master was frustrated and Harry knew just what to do to relax him.

Harry loved the way it throbbed on his tongue the musky scent and the taste. He used his hands to massage what wouldn't fit. Harry was not happy he couldn't fit in all at once. He licked the vein from stem to tip. He took is masters balls into his mouth using his tongue to play with them.

Harry didn't want to end so he took his time and relaxed his throat, allowing him to take more of his Master with each try. Harry knew that his Master loved it this way. He breath deep through his nose and bobbed his head. His master thread his hands into the unruly hair of the young man. Pulling at the raven locks as the head bobbed and his mouth sucked.

Harry swallowed around his Master a few times and with the deep grunt his Master came, he pulled back so that he could taste his Masters essence on his tongue. The taste and texture was something he loved a lot. When his Master was done he had lay his head on his masters lap, reluctantly letting Master tuck himself back into his pants.

Harry knew he had done well because his Master seemed more relaxed. His Master let him lay his head and he burrowed his nose deep so the he was close to the source of the scent he loved so much. His Master played with the hair as he worked.

It was obvious Harry loved his Masters cock, he loved to play with it, he sucked it as often as it was given to him. Harry loved his Masters cock in both his holes,never once denying his Master from using them,

but most of all Harry loved his Master

and

Harry's Master loved him too.