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“Hagrid! There you are.”
The breathtakingly handsome blond man sprinted up to the half-giant. Halting beside the man, Gilderoy was panting as he smoothed his soft waves, hair shining like spun gold in the sunlight.
The girls nearby swooned as the two men walked past them in the courtyard.
“I, once again, offer my services in regards to...what is it you do again? Oh, yes. Ground keeping. Keys and what have you,” drawled Gilderoy dismissively, waving a delicate hand. “I’m sure even if I haven't written about it, I have extensive knowledge on the matter.”
Hagrid rolled his dark beady eyes as he stomped down the hill toward his hut. “I dunno, Professor,” said Hagrid gruffly. “Must be summ’in you 'aven’t done.”
Hagrid expected this to upset the younger man, but instead, Gilderoy smiled coyly as his eyes twinkled. He stepped in front of Hagrid, forcing the large man to halt. He was nearly twice as tall as Gilderoy and nearly six wide. Though he held himself tall and full of confidence, Gilderoy was particularly small—lean and slender. His smile could charm the knickers off any witch, but this time, he planned to charm a certain pair of undergarments that he’d had his eyes on the moment he started teaching at Hogwarts. The moment he saw Hagrid for the first time.
Gilderoy was a ladies man. He adored the praise and gifts from all of his exuberant fans. Darlings, the lot of them. But it would break their heart if they knew the truth. Gilderoy was attracted to men. But not just any man.
For one, the bloke couldn't be more attractive than himself—not that it was even possible. Secondly, and not surprisingly, Gilderoy was one of the thirstiest little bottoms in wizard-kind. Not only did he love to be fucked, but he loved to be taken roughly by the most unsightly characters in pubs—burly men with huge cocks willing to take the pretty boy to bed.
When he’d seen Hagrid enter the Great Hall and take his seat at the staff table, Gilderoy’s cock swelled on sight. A man that size had to have a cock as thick as Gilderoy’s calf, if not more. The thought of the thick, meaty member forcing its way into Gilderoy’s needy hole nearly had him coming in his trousers right at the Hogwarts Start of Term Feast. He had to have a taste of that man. Just the thought of the stretch, the burning, had his arsehole clenching with need.
He was confident that in a few days or less, Gilderoy would have the large man worshipping him on bended knee. No one could deny the chance to fuck the dashing and delicious Gilderoy Lockhart. Yet, apparently, he was wrong. Any chance to grow closer to Hagrid was met with another door slammed in Gilderoy's face.
It was impossible! How was it that his charms weren’t working? Hagrid was a large, blundering oaf. Surely he would jump at the chance to spend even five minutes with Gilderoy Bloody Lockhart.
But, no. It appeared that he did not.
It was time for a new course of action.
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“I've heard wonderful things from Harry regarding your homemade rock cakes. You know, Harry Potter.”
“Yes, I ruddy well know Harry Potter,” growled Hagrid as the door to his house swung open.
Gilderoy took the chance to dart under Hagrid’s outstretched arm and into the small hut.
“What you think yer doin’? Get out of my ’ouse.”
Gilderoy’s eyelashes fluttered as he fell onto Hagrid’s bed. “Why don’t you come over here and make me,” teased Gilderoy, pouting with his eyes wide and pleading.
His breath caught as Hagrid stalked toward him. Before he knew what was happening, he’d been lifted by the collar of his powder-blue robes and tossed out the front door.
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In a dreamy haze, Gilderoy watched the half-giant eat his supper. Each time the fork touched Hagrid’s tongue, Gilderoy imagined him taking Gilderoy’s cock into his mouth, small but absolutely perfect. That large hot tongue wrapped around his prick…
“Gilderoy? Are you alright?”
He jolted back to reality as he turned toward the voice.
“Oh! Minerva,” he responded, straightening his hair and robes, flashing his award-winning smile. “Everything is just grand.”
The Deputy Headmistress rolled her eyes before returning to her breakfast. When Gilderoy had turned back, his eyes locked briefly with Hagrid’s. A fire sprang to life in Gilderoy's chest. Hagrid had been staring at him! Gilderoy wanted to squeal like a Fourth Year girl, but he maintained his calm, cool swagger as he winked at the man. What could be seen of Hagrid’s cheeks above his bushy beard had turned beet red. It appeared Gilderoy was finally getting through.
Gilderoy looked down at his plate, which gave him an idea. He pierced a large link of sausage and brought it up to his mouth, letting it graze the length of his tongue, lapping away the spice and grease as his eyes locked with Hagrid’s. It wasn't until he heard a shifting of seats and a small cough when Gilderoy remembered where he was. Teachers and students alike were watching him practically deep throat a fucking sausage!
Gilderoy proceeded to eat the thing as if nothing had happened, regardless of the stares, gaping mouths and flushed cheeks. Little Professor Flitwick actually fainted, keeling over and toppling to the ground. Gilderoy was far too pleased with himself to take note of much else, but to his disappointment, Hagrid didn't look at him for the remainder of the meal.
No matter. He had a free period just before lunch…
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The blond rapped on the large aged wooden door, waiting for the heavy footfalls of the Grounds Keeper. He bounced on the balls of his feet as he hummed to himself. When the door finally creaked open, it was Gilderoy’s turn to faint.
Bare-chested, Hagrid stood framed in the doorway. His chest was burly and muscular, covered in thick curls of chest hair. Gilderoy nearly climaxed on the man’s very stoop.
He let out a breathy chuckle before toppling to the ground…
-
When Gilderoy finally came around, he found himself lying on a bed, covered in pelts. There was a large dog sprawled out beside him, snoring loudly. It appeared that Gilderoy’s robes had been removed and he was down to his tunic and trousers. He found the oversized man sitting on a chair in front of the hearth. To Gilderoy’s delight, he was still shirtless.
He propped himself up on his side in the perfect way to bring attention to nearly all of his assets.
“What are you doing way over there?” asked Gilderoy seductively.
Hagrid turned his bearded face toward him but did not move. “What der ye want, Lockhart?”
The handsome man beamed as he wiggled his eyebrows. “I would think that was obvious,” he said sweetly.
Hagrid’s jaw clenched, but he didn't respond. After a few moments, there was a creak of the chair as the man stood. His steps were painfully slow as he approached the bed. He leaned forward over Gilderoy, whose breath caught.
“Don’t. Fuck. With me,” said Hagrid, punching each word with a husky growl.
He nearly fainted again. “But that's all that I want,” said Gilderoy breathlessly. “You. Fucking me, that is.”
Hagrid’s brow furrowed, and with a few clicks of his tongue, the dog had hopped off the bed, curling up on the rug in front of the fireplace. Gilderoy watched in awe as Hagrid unfastened his belt, removing his trousers. Gilderoy let out a gasp as the man's shorts fell to the floor. Standing before him in all his naked glory, Gilderoy feasted on him. The thick hair on his chest trailed down his stomach and to his groin, where a thick bush of hair crested his flaccid cock.
It was glorious. It had to be nearly twelve inches long, if not more. It had the girth of a large goblet, and Gilderoy began to worry it wouldn't be possible to be fucked by this man, but he was not about to walk away now. Not from the most glorious cock he had ever seen in his life. He gulped, licking his lips as he stared at the purple head peeking beneath its foreskin.
“Yer want it? Work fer it, you little slut.”
Gilderoy nearly choked on his own saliva, his mouth watering, cock rock hard and aching. Hagrid couldn’t have known, but he loved being talked to like that.
Gilderoy sat up slowly, slipping his tunic over his head, revealing his smooth, hairless chest. His nipples were bright pink and stiff from his arousal. Even from a young age, Gilderoy had kept himself hairless, as most of the men he slept with loved it, be that for the feel of it or for the fact it made him look far younger than he was. Twenty-eight and could well pass for sixteen. He didn't think about it too much. As long as Gilderoy got what he wanted, he did not particularly care. And Gilderoy loved a Daddy.
Hagrid appeared to approve as his cock twitched, slowly beginning to swell. Gilderoy made quick work of his own bottoms and socks, now fully naked in front of the man. He rose to his hands and knees as he crawled to the edge of the mattress.
Even perched on the bed, Gilderoy could only reach the man’s lengthening prick raised on his haunches. Gilderoy's own erection hung in front of him, leaking with precome. Grasping the huge hardening cock in both hands, he leaned forward to lick the tip, and Hagrid let out a groan. He could taste the man’s precome and watched it leak from its slit. Then his tongue was swirling over the head, slipping under the folds of his foreskin, which was beginning to peel back.
Gilderoy tried to take the head into his mouth, but all he could do was latch onto the tip, licking and sucking like a child nursing. He began stroking the thick shaft, now stiff and protruding a good sixteen inches from the thick forest of hair at Hagrid’s groin.
“Finally, something that bloody mouth is good fer,” growled Hagrid as Gilderoy lavished the head of his cock with his tongue.
Gilderoy pulled back, looking up at the hulking man with large, blue, puppy dog eyes, a string of saliva stretching between the blond’s wet red lips and the head of his cock.
“I din’t tell yeh ter stop,” rumbled Hagrid, and Gilderoy took the head into his mouth again.
He spread his mouth wider to the point of pain, relishing in the salty sweetness as tears began to well at the corner of his eyes. With a pop, the mushroomed tip of his cock seated itself in Gilderoy’s mouth. His jaw was on fire, the pain near unbearable, but he dared not stop. Dared not complain. He didn't care. It was exactly what he wanted.
Gilderoy could only use his tongue now, as cramped as it was with his mouth completely filled. He continued to stroke the long shaft before a large hand wrapped around it and began to pump furiously. Gilderoy let go, pressing his hands against the hairy, muscular thighs. His head whipped back and forth as the half-giant masturbated, the tip still trapped in the blond’s mouth.
With a moan that rattled the windows, Hagrid came, spilling himself down Gilderoy's throat. It was so much come, more than the average man. But of course, Hagrid was far from average, with balls the size of melons. It was hot and thick, coating Gilderoy’s insides as it spilt into his belly.
He could see sparks in his vision, losing focus from lack of oxygen. Hagrid appeared to notice his consciousness wavering, so he grabbed hold of Gilderoy’s head, pulling the tip of his cock from his mouth like a cork from a bottle. Gilderoy cried out in pain as he choked and spluttered, come dribbling down his chin. A few more splatters of come streaked across his face as Hagrid stroked himself through the end of his climax.
“What a filthy little slut, yeh are,” Hagrid grunted as milked his cock.
Gilderoy opened his mouth to allow more come to splatter inside his mouth. He swallowed it all down.
“Yes,” he said meekly. “I’m Daddy’s little slut.”
Hagrid nearly choked as he stared down at the man, behaviour so coy and innocent as he batted his eyelashes and trailed his fingers across his hairless chest, smearing come into the stiff pink peaks of his nipples.
“Did I do a good job, Daddy?” asked Gilderoy with a flutter of lashes, wiggling uncomfortably as the precome dripped from his own cock. “Did my mouth feel good?” The blond did not raise again to touch himself. Only looked up at Hagrid with large, pleading eyes. “Daddy, will you touch it?” he pouted.
Gilderoy spread his knees wide as he leaned back on his hands, propping himself up from the mattress. Hagrid licked his lips as he looked down at what was, to him, a dainty little cocklet—hairless and shining. His sack was completely bald as well. The heat in Hagrid's groin had already begun to build again as he stared down at the tiny, breakable man. And yes, he wanted to break him.
Hagrid fell to his knees, and the ground practically shook. Gilderoy let out a cry of surprise as the man sucked his small prick into his hot mouth, thick beard scratching against his smooth, sensitive skin.
“Oh, fu—,” gasped Gilderoy, throwing his head back in pleasure. “Daddy! That’s so good!”
Coarse hair rubbed and tickled his skin as the half-giant licked and sucked his entire cock at once. Not a moment later, Gilderoy cried out as his climax washed over him. Hagrid continued to suck his cock as his orgasm ebbed and his cock ran dry.
“Oh, Daddy,” breathed the blond, panting. “That was so good. You're so good to me, Daddy.”
Gilderoy cried out again as the large tongue licked across his stomach and his chest, lapping at both nipples in turn. He all but collapsed onto the bed as the sparks of pleasure thrummed beneath his skin.
“Oh, Daddy…more. Please,” he begged.
Hagrid pulled back, lifting a hand to trail a thick, calloused finger across his chest and stomach. It was thicker and longer than even Gilderoy’s erect cock. The large man climbed onto the bed and Gilderoy fell backwards, flush to the mattress. Hagrid propped himself over him and spat into his palm.
Gilderoy’s eyelids fluttered as his heart pounded in anticipation. Hagrid made a show of rubbing the saliva into his fingers. The blond watched as Hagrid spread his legs apart, the tip of a meaty finger pressing past the taut entrance. Ignoring Gilderoy’s cries, the finger pressed further into his tight channel.
Gilderoy’s back arched as Hagrid pushed in deeper. It was still a bit too rough, so Gilderoy cast one of his fail-safe lubrication charms. Memory magic and intimacy charms: his speciality. He could even stretch himself with only a spell, but for now, he welcomed the tightness of himself around the man’s finger.
Hagrid’s finger slid in fully with ease, and Gilderoy gasped, placing a hand on his belly to feel the protrusion of the finger pressed up against it. He’d never felt so full, but he hoped it wasn’t where this would end. Hagrid wiggled his finger, and Gilderoy went wild. It had brushed against his prostate, and his cock was hard again, ready for more. Gilderoy thought he could see a smile behind the man’s mess of a beard as he began to thrust in and out.
“Ah! Aah! Aaahh!!!” cried Gilderoy with every thrust. “Fuck! Yes! Oh, Daddy!” he moaned.
His shiny blond hair was a mess of sweat and come, but it still sparkled in the firelight, along with his glistening sweat-slick skin. Face and chest flush as his tiny cock bounced up and down, taking every inch of his finger, Hagrid couldn't help but acknowledge his beauty.
Yes, he was a vain, arrogant bastard who drove him to drink night after night. But now, Hagrid had other plans. He’d push the man to his limit and enjoy every moment as he watched the man break beneath him. He was only a human after all, and a slight man at that. When Hagrid was through with him, Gilderoy will have wished he’d never knocked on his door.
Oh, but Hagrid was so wrong. He was giving the man exactly what he wanted.
Gilderoy’s wanton gaze, laced with lust and longing, burned into Hagrid's as he continued to fuck him with his finger. The man’s cock was already leaking, and with a few more powerful thrusts, Gilderoy was coming in ribbons across his smooth chest.
Hagrid licked his lips as he felt the man clench and pulse around him, and before he knew it, he was kissing the man. Rough and suffocating, Gilderoy’s eyes flew open as the tip of Hagrid’s tongue pressed between his lips. It was more an excavation of Gilderoy's mouth with the awkward brushing of lips than an actual kiss, but Gilderoy couldn't get enough. The blond threw his arms around the half-giant’s neck, kissing him as best he could as the finger slid out of him. Hagrid pulled back violently, breaking from the smaller man’s grasp.
“On yer front,” Hagrid commanded, and Gilderoy quickly did as he was told.
He had the charms ready if it came down to it, and Gilderoy didn't see how it wouldn't after everything they had done so far. He let out a gasp as something soft, hot, and wet lapped against his hole, coarse hair tickling his thighs and balls as Hagrid’s tongue lavished his hole.
“Merlin…” panted Gilderoy, his face buried into a pillow as he began to moan.
Hagrid’s tongue was so big it swiped against his sack as he licked up across his cleft. His hole flexed as Hagrid managed a small bit of his tongue inside the moderately stretched hole.
Fingers. Tongue. It all felt so good. Best Gilderoy had ever had. Yet what he really wanted was still hovering between the Gamekeeper’s legs. Gilderoy whispered the spell as his hole began to stretch wider, allowing for more of Hagrid’s tongue to penetrate him deeper. Hagrid had paused for a moment before pressing on, and the sloppy wet sounds made Gilderoy’s skin tingle and his cock pulse.
“Please, Daddy...I want your cock,” he whimpered.
Hagrid pulled back and Gilderoy gasped from the abrupt cold on his sopping wet arse.
“I don’t think…”
“Please!” The blond sounded so pathetic and desperate as he lifted his arse higher, his freshly lubed and gaping hole on full display. “Daddy! Give me your cock!”
Gilderoy let out a gasp as hands engulfed his abdomen, yanking him down to line his knees at the edge of the bed. He peeked between his legs, his own cock and balls dangling, but behind him, Hagrid’s cock was erect, foreskin pulled back. It was so large that Gilderoy couldn’t see its entirety between his legs. How in Merlin’s name did Gilderoy think he’d manage to take such a monstrous cock?
He didn’t care.
He watched Hagrid grasp his shaft, lifting it to place its tip at the centre of Gilderoy’s hole. He cast the final charm, the maximum stretch that his body could physically take. He could only hope it would be enough.
Just like with his mouth, the head of Hagrid’s cock popped past his outer ring, seating itself in Gilderoy’s slick channel. There were tears in Gilderoy’s eyes as he was stretched farther than even the spell could have managed. Hagrid looked down at his cock, its tip barely managing to fit as Gilderoy’s hole stretched wide and taut, squeezing him like a vice.
“We shouldn’t—” started Hagrid nervously.
“Please! Don’t stop. I’m fine...I can take it...I’ll take it all,” panted Gilderoy, his body already shaking.
“Are you mad?!” bellowed the half-giant.
Mad with lust.
“Please…I’ll be okay. I promise.”
Gilderoy turned his head to meet Hagrid’s anxious gaze, his eyes glistening with tears but no less wide and pleading. He puckered his lips in a shiny red pout.
“I want Daddy’s cock. Even if Daddy hurts me.”
He flashed his most innocent and submissive expression, the one that left all previous lovers overcome with the need for dominance. This time was no different. Hagrid gritted his teeth as he grabbed Gilderoy’s waist, his fingers rough against his soft skin. He pulled back slowly at first as he forced himself deeper.
Tears poured down Gilderoy’s cheeks as he cried out in pain and pleasure, Hagrid’s cock pressing hard against his prostate as he pushed further inside. Gilderoy’s entrance was burning, almost numb from the pain, but the feeling of being stretched and filled was enough for him to want to keep going.
“Ah-as much as you can,” Gilderoy gasped as he felt his insides shift.
Hagrid must have thought it was enough as he started to move. Slowly at first, wary of the blond’s cries, but quickened his pace upon Gilderoy’s urgency.
“Oh, fuck! Daddy! Yes! Fuck me! Harder! Please!”
What amount of come Gilderoy had left in his aching bollocks streaked across the pelts beneath him, knees shaking as he rocked back and forth on the biggest cock he had ever seen. He gasped in shock as a hand smacked his arse with a loud crack.
“You're Daddy’s little slut!” grunted Hagrid, slapping his arse again.
“Yes, Daddy, yes! I’m a slut for Daddy’s cock!”
He let out a cough and a desperate gasp as what he could only guess meant Hagrid’s cock had made contact with his diaphragm. Hagrid’s grip on his abdomen tightened as he rocked into him at an even faster pace, his rumbling groans and pants offering the evidence of his impending climax.
Gilderoy could still barely catch his breath as, with a final whip of the Gamekeeper’s hips, he was spilling his seed deep inside him, thick and hot, while Gilderoy’s bladder emptied, dampening the come-soaked pelts further. Black spots in his vision grew larger as he grew weak, drifting off into darkness…
-
Gilderoy woke to a stream of light on his face. He blinked as he took in the white, vaulted ceilings. He turned toward the sound of Madam Pomfrey clanking bottles and tending to other patients. There was a gruff cough and Gilderoy turned his head toward it.
Hagrid was sitting in the small chair at his bedside, his eyes red and blotchy, a soiled handkerchief in his hands.
“Y-yer alive,” sobbed Hagrid.
Gilderoy couldn’t help but smile. As sharp-tongued and violent as the man appeared to be in bed, he really was as soft as an overstuffed teddy bear.
“There, there, Hagrid. Everything is fine,” said Gilderoy assuredly.
He winced as he tried to scoot to a sitting position, but Hagrid launched forward to hold him down against the bed. He pulled back just as quickly, the chair creaking under his weight.
“I shouldn’t have done it. I knew it’d be too much fer yeh.”
“Hagrid, it’s fine! I have never been so thoroughly fu—ahem—personally attended to in such a fashion in my life. Not that I expected any less.”
He smiled brightly; his blue eyes sparkling at the oversized man. Gilderoy’s mouth was already watering as he remembered what was settled between the man’s legs, hidden by cloak and trousers.
“I had hoped it wouldn’t be a…one-time thing.” said Gilderoy silkily.
Hagrid gaped at him. “Are you mad?!”
“I believe I recall you asking me that before.”
Gilderoy, albeit stiffly, turned and slipped from beneath the sheets. His bare feet met the floor, and he stood.
“I want to play with Daddy more,” he teased, twisting a finger in the man’s beard. “Or perhaps Daddy would like to punish me. You know how I love to be bad.”
There was a clatter as Madam Pomfrey dropped her tray on the floor.
Gilderoy ignored her as he rose on his toes to kiss Hagrid on the mouth. After a few moments, a large hand pressed against the dip of his back, pulling the slight blond in closer.
When the kiss finally broke, Hagrid whispered, “What are yeh doin’ later?”
Gilderoy flashed him his biggest smile, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
“You.”