Chapter 3: Harry (Part 2)
"There's my favorite employee," Harry says, as he walks into the studio early. It is only Y/N and Harry in at this hour, and Y/N can't help but wonder if Harry intentionally arrived this early after what had happened in the hotel room.
"Hey, Harry. I was just starting to prepare some of the camera equipment and the set props for the shoot this afternoon," Y/N said.
"Would be a shame if someone came here and started messing things up, then?" Harry said, before grabbing a chair and knocking it over. Harry's incessant teasing clearly hadn't stopped, and he came here with a mission to continue teasing Y/N as he had before.
Last time, that teasing lead to a wrestling match and Harry pinning Y/N down to the bed, pushing his bulge into Y/N's ass. Y/N couldn't help but hope, internally, that today could play out in a similar fashion.
"Come on Harry, don't make my job harder than it needs to be or I might just have to report you to H.R." Y/N said, chuckling at the end.
"Oh wow, that's a heavy threat there Sir," Harry responded, before knocking over a lamp on the set.
"Looks like I struck a nerve there buddy."
Y/N rolled his eyes, walking over to Harry and attempting to grab his arm. "Harry come on, we both know you love messing around with me," Y/N said, trying to sound casual despite the racing heartbeat in his chest.
"Oh yeah, I guess I do," Harry responded, feigning ignorance. "So what are you going to do about it, huh?"
Before Y/N could reply, Harry lunged forward and tackled him to the ground, sending them rolling around on the floor. They playfully struggled, each trying to gain the upper hand.
Eventually, they ended up on the nearby set couch, Y/N straddling Harry's lap.
Harry attempts to free himself by grabbing Y/N from the waist and flipping him on his back on the couch, with Harry now between his legs and pushing up against his ass.
Y/N can feel the heat radiating off of Harry's body, and he can't help but feel aroused by the situation.
"What are you doing, Harry?" Y/N asks, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I'm just getting comfortable with my favorite employee," Harry replies, smirking as he runs his hands up and down Y/N's torso. "You don't mind, do you?"
Y/N shakes his head, unable to find the words to express how much he enjoys being dominated by Harry.
He simply moans in approval, lifting his hips off the ground to meet Harry's occasional thrusts. The sounds of their breathing fill the otherwise quiet room, punctuated by the occasional creaking of the couch beneath them.
As they continue to grind against each other, Y/N can feel the familiar stirrings of desire beginning to build deep within him.
He knows that Harry holds the power to bring him to ecstasy, and he eagerly awaits whatever fate may come.
"Do you like this, Y/N?" Harry whispers in his ear, his hot breath causing goosebumps to form along Y/N's skin. "Do you enjoy being dominated like this?"
Y/N refuses to cave into his own desires, and instead continues to reject Harry as much as possible. "Get off me man," Y/N says, but Harry's grip is too strong as he begins thrusting into Y/N's covered ass at a more rapid pace.
Y/N struggles underneath Harry's weight, finding it difficult to break free from his grasp. His heart races, and he can feel his breath coming in short bursts. Despite his best efforts, he can't seem to escape Harry's clutches.
Harry's movements become more urgent, and Y/N can hear the sound of fabric shifting as Harry gives in further to his desires. With a moan, Harry flips Y/N on his stomach and perks his hips up so that he has a full view of his ass. Harry lowers his own grey joggers at thigh-level and begins thrusting his hard bulge in white Calvin Klein boxer briefs into Y/N's covered ass.
"I won't stop until you admit I am your favorite boss, and that you secretly are enjoying this," Harry says.
The intensity in his voice sends shivers down Y/N's spine, and he finds himself struggling to keep up his resistance.
But Harry isn't done yet. He leans in close to Y/N's ear and whispers, "I bet you dream about this, don't you? You imagine me dominating you like this, taking control of your little submissive self."
Y/N feels his cheeks redden at Harry's words. He tries to deny it, but he knows that Harry is right.
He does fantasize about this exact scenario – Harry dominating him, taking charge and showing him who's really in control. Y/N's cheeks flush even deeper at the thought, and he can feel his cock growing harder in his pants.
Without warning, Harry reaches behind him and unfastens the button of Y/N's jeans. In one swift motion, he pulls them down, exposing Y/N's pale ass and the tight black briefs he's wearing underneath.
Y/N gasps, feeling suddenly exposed and vulnerable.
But he doesn't resist as Harry moves closer, positioning himself behind Y/N and pressing his hips against his ass. Y/N can feel the heat emanating from Harry's body, and he can't help but get turned on by the intense intimacy of the moment.
Without warning, Harry wraps his hands around Y/N's waist and yanks him forward onto his knees. Before Y/N can process what's happening, Harry is pushing his hard bulge into Y/N's ass, filling his ass crack with his rock hard covered bulge.
"Take it," Harry commands, his voice rough with lust. Y/N hesitates for a moment, but then he remembers all the times he fantasized about being taken advantage of - how he longed to give in completely and let someone else take control. So he pushes back against Harry's hardness, welcoming his advances at last.
It's not long before Harry takes advantage of the situation even more, dry-humping Y/N relentlessly. "That's it, I knew you wanted it."
Almost as soon as Y/N seems to have admitted defeat, Harry moves his legs upwards and crawls towards Y/N's head, flipping him over and pushing his hard covered bulge into Y/N's face.
"Say it," Harry commands, holding Y/N's head in place as he rubs his achingly hard erection against Y/N's mouth.
Y/N whimpers in response, but eventually forces out the words that Harry wants to hear. "You're my favorite boss," Y/N says, expecting Harry to pull away.
Instead, Harry thanks him, before demanding he open his mouth for him. "Do what your favorite boss asks you to," Harry demands.
Y/N hesitates briefly, but then he opens his mouth and lets Harry's rock hard bulge slide inside. Harry groans deeply as he watches Y/N's mouth work his length, his eyes glazing over in pleasure.
For Y/N, it's almost too much to handle. He's never felt so submissive, so eager to please another person. But as he sucks on Harry's bulge, he can't help but feel a sense of pride swell up inside him.
Y/N can taste Harry's dried cum stains left on his Calvin Klein boxer briefs, and thoroughly enjoys the taste and smell of it as Harry's hard bulge moves deeper with every thrust, Harry holding Y/N's head from behind.
"Ah yes, just like that you little slut," Harry said, feeling his climax building rapidly.
They continued to struggle for a bit, Y/N pulling against Harry's grip, but ultimately losing the battle as Harry refused to relent. Eventually, Y/N succumbed to Harry's powerful hold, giving in fully to his desires.
With a satisfied smirk, Harry held Y/N's head tighter, driving his bulge deep into Y/N's throat.
As Y/N struggled to breathe, he found himself utterly consumed by Harry's dominance. For once, he didn't want to fight back – he wanted to submit completely, to lose himself in Harry's control.
It was only when Harry finally pulled away that Y/N realized just how far he had fallen. He was no longer the confident young man he used to be; instead, he was a willing victim of Harry's charm and power. And yet, somehow, he couldn't bring himself to regret it.
"That's enough for today, you've said what needed to be said," Harry admitted, pulling his joggers back up and walking away with a grin.
Y/N watched as Harry disappeared around the corner, leaving him alone on the couch. He sat there for a few moments, still catching his breath after their encounter. As he reflected on everything that had happened, he couldn't help but feel conflicted. On one hand, he was thrilled by the experience - the feeling of submission, the rush of adrenaline as Harry took control. But on the other hand, he also felt guilty - what was he even doing?