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His. Always.	By : Moaning Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 18176 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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- 1-His. Always.
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“Mr. Potter, remain after class.”

And with those words I sealed my fate.

Potter looked at me with those entrancing emerald eyes of
his, no longer hidden behind those ghastly glasses (I think the entire female
population of Hogwarts – and truthfully some of the males – give thanks to
Thoderus Skint, the inventor of the Vision Correction charm, on a daily
basis). Right now those gorgeous green
orbs are glaring at me fiercely, their colour a cold jade, but I know the glare
is for show, for his sympathetic Gryffindor cohorts.

And as the last students straggle out of their last class of
the day, as the door shuts behind that infuriating mudblood Granger, I see the
hint of a smirk cross his features before his expressions hardens even as his
eyes warm up.

Something in me warms and hardens too, but not my eyes which
I quickly drop as I gracefully fall to my knees in front of my master.

My master. Those two
words still give me a thrill every time I speak or think them.

Does it surprise you to know that in our on-going
relationship I submit to him? That in
private and to a subtle degree in public that I bow to his wishes and
desires? That I have ceded control to
my formerly most hated student? I think if I wanted to examine it, I’d say that
he had lived his life with too little control of the events leading up to
Voldemort’s demise last November, and truly reveled in the perfect moment of
control as he unleashed his seemingly limitless power on the twisted wreck of
humanity that was Tom Riddle. And that
I, in having to maintain such strict controls as I played both sides off each
other for so long, never being able to let down my guard, that the opportunity
to let someone else make the choices to finally have someone to take care of
me, someone to cherish me, was something that made this tired old soul sing in
blessed relief from the years of near constant tension.

And he does cherish me.
He does not publicly humiliate me, though I would submit to him if he
did, but he knows that I am by nature an intensely private person, so he does
not ask it of me. Our sex life does
include toys and bindings and discipline, but it is never violence for the sake
of itself, it is pain to bring me to the edge of my limits, discipline to train
me to better suit both our needs as we explore our agreed upon roles, and the
toys… the toys bring pleasure to both of us.
He utterly dominates me. And I
have never been happier.

Yes, I submit to him and I have not had a cause to regret
it.

I hear a softly whispered locking spell for the door and
then my master is here. In front of me.
I can only see his feet as I kneel before him, but now I can feel his
graceful fingers as they touch and gently card through my no longer greasy
locks.

A tremor runs though me at the sound of his voice, and the
butt plug inside me quivers as the shudder moves through my body.

“Hello, My Own. Do
you know how hard it is to sit through your class, listening to your sexy
voice, trying not to think about all your naked flesh under these robes? Thinking about the your beautiful tight ass
that I can’t wait to plunge into, or those warm wet lips as they suck me into
you. Knowing that it is only my own
spell that is keeping your throbbing prick from leaping to full attention,
keeping that proud perfect prick from jutting out from your robes and pointing
out to all that you are mine. Oh my
beautiful Slut, just thinking about your beautiful skin and that wonderful plug
and knowing that all those tiny lapses where because I did this…”

And that wonderful enchanted butt plug that was currently
filling my ass, gave a twist and a small push.
I shuddered again, but said nothing, as I hadn’t been bidden to speak.

“Off with those robes, my Slut.”

I complied both expediently and gracefully and remained
kneeling as my master circled around me and sighed forcefully as he saw my fat,
full cock as it hung down my body (I believe that Master made up the
enchantment to keep my hard-on flat to my body himself, and that this
particular piece of wandless magic – at which my Master is uncommonly gifted –
is enacted by they word “stay” in Parseltongue) and as he beheld the gleaming
black pull of the plug.

He softly snapped his fingers and I dropped to all fours in
front of my teacher’s desk, head up, mouth open to receive anything offered,
and back arched and butt thrust proudly backward.

“Oh my wanton little fuck.
Oh you slutty, slutty cunt. Look
at you, on your knees, your lovely cock just waiting to be sucked, your greedy
sexy mouth open for me, your beautiful slut’s body quivering and ready, so
ready, for my prick to be pulsing inside you.”

I know the words are degrading, but the tone is warm and
loving, the voice husky with desire and his harsh words in contrast to his
sex-laden speech turns me on utterly.
The sound of his sexy voice, his “I’m going to ravish you, now” voice is
a lower register than normal and that hearing it makes me harden and throb with
anticipation.

Another two whispered wandless spells and my mouth and
throat are filled with a combination of ball gag and dildo, a poor substitute
for the real thing, but it is made to be the exact size of my Master’s
beautiful cock and my clever Master has a wonderful spell that animates it, so
I can be pleasantly full from both ends. The second spell is a modified
Engorgio (a notoriously difficult spell to master, but my beloved dominant has
fine-tuned it to an exquisite art form) that adjusts both my jaw and my throat
to admit the intrusion.

Have I mentioned that my Master is seriously hung?

He is still fully clothed behind me as I kneel naked and
hungering for his touch on the cool floor of the dungeon in front of him.

“Oh I am going to enjoy you my Own, I’m going to feel you,
slut, and taste you and fuck you until your ass is dripping with my cum, til
your body is covered in my spunk and until you reek of my sex, until you can’t
smell or taste or feel anything other than me. “

My beautiful master hisses in Parseltongue and utters my
favourite syllables as my cock is finally released from its immobilizing spell
and springs to full attention beneath me.

“I need to see you, my Own, I need to see all of you. Here, that’s better, my fuck.” And with a soft (and wandless) ‘wingardium
leviosa’ I am floated to the surface of my desk, still kneeling as my master
walks around behind me.

“You’ve been such a good bitch today, haven’t you, my horny,
greedy whore, such a good little sub.
Wearing my butt plug all day, feeling it inside you throbbing and
twisting, keeping that beautiful asshole ready and open for my hard prick.”

And finally my master touches me. One hand is on the smooth skin of my ass cheek as the other hand
pulls and then pushes on the handle of the plug, slowly, maddeningly slowly
pushing it in deeper and then twisting and pulling it back out again. I’m almost unbearably hard, and I can feel
my cock just aching for release, but then my ever attentive master strokes one
finger down my cleft to the back of my scrotum and hisses something and
suddenly my ability to come, to climax, is blocked. I can still feel, I can still ache, I can still harden and throb
so much that it is a wonderful physical pain that I almost can’t stand. My senses seem heightened, my body focused
on the feel of his hand now back on my ass, slowly rubbing and circling up and
along my crease, and on the feel of the plug as it moves in and out, and on the
torturously slow thrust of the gently pulsing phallus in my mouth and throat,
the thrusts gentle enough not to gag, but steady enough to excite.

I almost keen in dismay, but my training keeps me quiet, as
the plug is finally gently pulled from my ass.
But almost immediately the gaping empty feeling is assuaged by the
feeling of a slick finger, teasing the rim of my hole, the sounds of my
master’s dirty sexy words washing over me as he slips a finger inside me,
slowly sinking his wonderful digit into my tight hot hole.

“Oh my Own, you’re so fucking warm around my finger, you’re
loose and ready for me to take you and to own your beautiful sexy ass, aren’t
you my bitch. You’re so fucking eager
and horny and willing. You’d let me
fuck you in the Great Hall wouldn’t you, if I asked, you’d let me fuck you in
front of your first year’s potion class, you’d suck me off in front of Albus if
I asked wouldn’t you? You are so
beautiful and wanton my Own, so responsive and willing to take what I give you,
my slutty cunt. Let me open you up, my
precious fuck, let me feel you my gorgeous horny sub.”

And as I mentally and physically shake at the erotic images
he painted, he pushed his middle finger into me as well, both fingers twisting
and crooking inside me, now thrusting up to touch that spot inside of me, now
rubbing down along the edge of my asshole, now slowly moving apart from each
other as they move inside me. It feels
wonderful and I ache for more.

And as if responding to my unspoken plea, a third finger
joins in, forming a small wave of pleasure inside me. His three fingers thrust in and out of me, finger-fucking my ass,
as his voice surrounds me and his other hand kneads my ass cheek. His pinky finger joins the first three and
he narrows the digits together to make more of a point. His fingers stretch me, not unbearably and
not beyond what I can take, and I tense around his fingers, wishing I could
come, wishing I could take my weight off my hands so I could touch him, or
touch myself, wishing the dildo in my mouth was really him so I could taste his
unique flavour.

Oh… oh, so tight, so… good… Merciful Merlin… he’s…

His thumb is tucked into his fingers and he’s… ooohh… yesss. My stretched hole snaps around his wrist as
the largest part of his hand breaches me, pushing past my convulsing ring of
muscles. He pauses a moment to let me
adjust to the delicious intrusion. His
whole hand is inside me know, like an obscene puppet and while I’m breathing
through the lull of adapting to the fullness of the stretch, I spare a quick
prayer of thanks to any listening deity that my master’s early malnourishment
has left him with a sexy leanness with no extra body fat at all.

Only my training keeps me from moaning aloud as he makes a
fist inside me and starts to slide his slick forearm up and down, only an inch
or so of movement, but the feeling is exquisite.

“You Slut! You
skanky, sexy slut. You’ve been wanting
this all day haven’t you, me buried inside you, your insides throbbing around
me? Can you feel me, cunt, sunk up to
my forearm in you? Yesss… my precious
piece of ass, my Own, my own personal fuck toy, my own dirty… greedy…
hungry… needy… fucking… bitch!

And with each word he pushes his fist that much further,
pushing around my pulsing insides. My
training is starting to fail me as I try to sob around the intrusion in my
throat and my cock is now too full, too stimulated, too much…

And I come, overcoming his earlier spell, the tidal wave of
tension needing to be released.

And come. And
come. In great spurts. All over my teacher’s desk, all of my body
shuddering, all my energy seemingly spent like my aching, throbbing cock. All without even a finger being laid on my
cock.

I tense and remain still, as my master’s hand stills inside
me. I did not have permission to come,
and I await my judgment as I try to quiet my body which is still shaking from
its tsunami-like orgasm.

“I should punish you, my Own, for that, for overriding my
spell I should promise you a night of severe discipline, for that, my
slut. But that was beautiful, my Own,
that was breath-taking to watch you convulse in pleasure around me, and to sob
in ecstasy with my hand in your ass. In
fact, I may need that hand now…”

And with that the hand in my ass carefully withdrew and the
ball gag/dildo in my mouth disappeared with a whispered spell. I swallowed the spit that had collected and
quickly re-opened my mouth for my master.

“Lie down in your cum, cunt.”

I lay down with my chin at one end of the desk, my feet and
ankles hanging off the other end. It
was a relief not to have to support myself any longer and my arms quivered with
the released tension as they lay flat on the desk beside me. I could feel the cold stickiness of my cum
across my stomach and chest as I waited for my master’s next pleasure.

My master walked into my line of sight, still fully dressed,
but now with his gorgeous engorged cock jutting out of his robes, just below
the level of my chin. My master started
to roughly stroke his own cock, jerking the end and twisting his hand as he
watched me lying in my own spunk waiting for whatever else he wanted.

“You don’t know how much it turns me on, my bitch, to see
you there waiting for me, for my touch for my words, spread out like the
cheapest whore for my pleasure. I could
fuck your mouth, your ass, or chain you to your desk and invite the seventh
year Slytherins in, and you’d take it, wouldn’t you, bitch? My sweet horny bitch. Your willingness turns me on, slut, your
bending to my needs, watching your wanton, sexy body as it gives us both what
we need. I want to be buried deep in
your ass, my sweet fuck. Would you like
that? But first, I need… to… aaahhh!”

He’d been stroking himself faster as he’d talked and he
came, gloriously, all over my face, on my hair, in my eyes, all over my nose
and mouth and chin. I waited mouth
open, not swallowing as he finished jerking off.

He smiled at me as he noticed that I had obeyed one of my
learned commands and had not tried to swallow his seed down.

“Very good my Own.
You may swallow.”

I swallowed what I could and returned to my mouth open
position.

He sighed and moved out of my line of sight. I could hear his breathing returning to its
normal rhythm, and heard a low hum of contentment as he took in my naked,
sticky state.

“So beautiful, so debauched. So mine. Turn over, my
Own.”

I carefully roll over onto my back, the base of my skull
resting against the edge of the desk, my re-awoken cock no longer trapped
beneath me, standing proudly as I tingle in anticipation of what I hope is
coming. My stomach still has smears of
my own cum on it, and I can feel a bit of stickiness at my back.

“Oh, slut. So
lovely. Come here.” And my pulls me by the hair, so that my head
is fully off the table, my chin now making a straight column in line with my
still magically enlarged throat. There
is a burning pain behind my neck and at the top of my shoulders as I hang over
the edge of the desk, but the quick intake of breath and the return of both my
master and his renewed hard-on (the stamina of a seventeen-year old is a thing
of beauty) to my line of sight, render the pain of both my neck and my scalp
where my hair was pulled inconsequential.

With no words or other warning, my master sticks his still
slick prick down my waiting throat. Due
to the earlier ‘Engorgio’ I am wide enough in both mouth and throat to take him
all. He feels thick and heavy in my
throat and I wait as he catches his breath as he revels in the feel of me
around him.

“Fuck! Oh Merlin,
that feels good, my fuck. Oh gods, you
feel wonderful, your throat taking all of my sweet cock down that lovely
throat. Can you taste yourself on my
cock, cunt? Can you taste your ass in
your mouth now, your dirty whore? Can
you feel me as I thrust down your hungry horny mouth? Move your tongue, whore.
Let me feel you feel me, as I fuck your sinful slutty mouth. Oh fuck yes! Your mouth looks fabulous swallowing my fat slimy cock, your lips
around me as I pound and pour into your throat. Take it bitch. Take
everything. Gods, you feel heavenly, my
talented cocksucker. Oh yes, slut,
yes!”

At his command I moved my tongue as much as I was able as he
picked up the pace of this thrusts and began to fuck my face. Even with the ‘Engorgio’ spell it was still
a tight fit and it was only practice and training that kept me breathing
through my nose as my mouth was brutally used.
His hands were buried tightly in my hair as he held m y head fast while
he picked up the pace of his thrusts.

He started to come down my throat and I started to choke as
I could not swallow as he was too far down my throat. He withdrew, spattering my face, and moved to spatter my own
weeping cock with his cum as he completed coming on me. I can thank my advanced age for the fact
that I held onto my own response to this highly erotic stimuli. Having come so explosively earlier, I was
able to rein the feeling in.
Somewhat. The feel of his wet
cum across my quivering prick was almost too much, but I had not been ordered
to come, and I managed to hold my response in by keeping my entire body
tense.

“My sub, my beautiful wonderful sub. Can you feel your release straining in your
balls, my Own? Can you feel the tension
curling in your sac? Can you feel the
need to come clamoring up your spine, my bitch? Beg me, slave, beg me to allow your release.”

“Please, master! Please let me come. Please let me
show you how you make me feel. Please
let me please you master. Please!”

“Come, now, slut.”

And that was it.
Once again. Without a single
hand being laid upon me, I came like a freight train. My cum hit my own chest and while I couldn’t see it as my head
was still thrown back I could feel my own essence on my shoulders and
chin. I could feel my master’s hand on
my chin. Sweeping some of my own cum,
mingling it with his cum still on my face, and offering it to me on his two
fingers to taste and clean from his fingers.
As soft spell and the ‘Engorgio” was carefully released and my mouth and
throat resumed their normal size. I
sucked on his beautiful fingers as I waited.
We weren’t done yet, I knew.

He withdrew his somewhat cleaner fingers and snapped them
twice. I rolled off the table as
gracefully as I could and stood leading against my desk, facing the classroom,
legs splayed wide so that my taller frame was made to be level with his, my
arms holding me upright against the surface of my desk. My butt thrust out and my mouth open, my
upper body leaning forward at bit to brace myself. It was not comfortable, but it granted my master full access to
my sweaty and cum-covered body.

“Hmm…” My master
hummed in sheer pleasure as he brought one had around from behind me to swipe
some of my cum from my sensitive nipple and to smear down my spine and into my
crease. He was momentarily out of words
as he reached with his other hand and smeared the cum on my face, getting some
of it into my mouth, and then withdrew his hand to smear it on my ass. I desperately wanted to taste and swallow my
master’s taste in my mouth, but knew to wait.
It was a delicious torment.
Literally.

My master paused and leaned his still robed-covered body
against my cum-covered back, not caring if he was smearing our white creamy
spunk all over his robes. He sighed in
contentment and leaned back, his cock and hips still leaning against my ass, as
he raised himself up enough to draw lazy patterns in the cum on my back.

“My Own, my sweet, lovely Own. You are so beautiful like this.
You are so giving and loving and just raw with need like this. My Own.”

He then lovingly, and for the first time all evening,
brought my head back towards him and gently kissed me. He ignored my cum-spattered face and covered
my mouth with his. His tongue stroked
the inside of my mouth, and his tongue met mine and I responded. Having had my mouth open for so long I
craved the warm wet of his mouth, the flavour and texture of his tongue. The gentle and utter care that he took as he
slowly ravished my mouth. It was
awkward with my named body facing forwards, legs splayed to the sides and his
still fully clothed body pressing up against my side to gain access to my
mouth, but it was wonderful, heavenly and deeply satisfying.

He broke the kiss and gazed at me, his expression tender.

“Yours, “ I braved an unsolicited declaration.

“Yes, my Own. Mine.”

And finally I heard an intoxicating hiss of Parseltongue as
his clothes vanished. He turned my head
back around, and lay his naked body along my dirty sticky back and just rested
there for a moment, listening to my heart it seemed.

He was silent now, as he gently kissed my back and sucked at
my spine. He licked some of the cum off
and slowly ghosted his hands down my hips to back to my ass. Because of his earlier explorations I was
still loose, and he easily slipped two fingers in me. His fingers deftly sought out my prostate and he rubbed teasingly
and languidly, not the heavy pounding of earlier but a tender touch of pure
pleasure. I was too wrung out for my cock to do more than twitch, but the warm
sensation of being worshipped and treasured more than made up for my own
inability to physically respond. He kissed my back as he removed his fingers
and put his thick cock at the entrance to my hole and steadily pushed inside.

“Aaahhh!” His sigh
of satisfaction was echoed mentally by my own sigh of completion. He thrust
into me again and again in a slow build to a controlled ecstasy and when he
came it sated us both fully.

He slowly pulled out of my dripping hole. And rested again, against my back.

“My beautiful wanton little fuck,” he whispered. “As promised, dripping with cum and
thoroughly fucked.”

He paused as he turned me around and pulled me up to my full
height, and pulled me to him. I rested
my chin against the top of his unruly head.

I felt his eyes on me and l looked down at my loving master
who has come to mean everything to me.

“Severus, my Own. I love you.”

“And I love you Master. Yours.”

With a final kiss, and a wandless ‘Scourgify’ for the room
and an ‘Accio’ for our robes and accessories, my master lead me back to where I
belong. By his side.

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