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It started as a detention	By : Lisa111 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 12708 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Harry could not believe he had his teachers lips pressed against his own. He could feel the older man’s tongue prodding at his lips, slowly forcing entrance. The sudden feeling of Snape’s leg pressing harder against his throbbing erection made him gasp and the clearly experience professor did not let the opportunity go to waste quickly gaining access to the youth’s mouth. Harry moaned in spite of himself and felt his knees turn weak. Why was he reacting this way to professor Snape? A man whom he loathed? Said professor let go of him for just a second and Harry could hear a slight chuckle before the older, much stronger man grabbed hold of his body and flung him around pressing his face flush against the wall. Harry gasped and was too stunned to do anything but squirm under the pressure of the taller man’s form against his backside.
Somehow Snape had caught both of Harry’s hands in one of his own pinning them to the wall above Harry’s head and deftly started working on Harry’s buttons with the other. In a matter of seconds both Harry’s cloak and shirt had been unbuttoned and he could feel Snape’s hand touching his chest. Harry was mortified to hear himself yelp as one of his nipples was twisted. Snape must have let go of Harry’s hands because Harry could suddenly feel a hand snake around his waist and brushing ever so slightly against his erection. He was acutely made aware of the uncomfortable pressure of his jeans against his bulge and found himself caught between a wish to get the hell out of there and a wish for Snape to unbutton his trousers and grab a hold of his member.
Not sure what he was begging for he heard his own voice whisper “please” earning him another chuckle from his professor. “Please what?” came the voice of the older man before Harry felt a nibble on his neck. He wasn’t sure whether he was being reminded to use his manners when addressing his professor or if he was actually expected to clarify his wishes but it didn’t matter, the kisses and nibbles on his neck paired with the tugging on his nipple and the feather light, not quite touches, to his throbbing erection left him unable to speak. He moaned in spite of himself and thrust his hips forward in a primal effort to find some release. Snape tsk-ed in his ear and removed his hand from its position in front of Harry’s bulge. “You are going to have to ask me nicely” the professor said in a seductive low voice in his student’s ear. Harry came to the conclusion that the previous prompt from his teacher had been for both manners and clarity. Harry was no longer trying to delude himself into thinking he wanted to run away, his body’s reactions made it quite clear what he really wanted. Damn Snape for trying to make him say it. He would not humiliate himself any further.
The hand that had previously been ghosting over Harry’s erection now found its way to the inner side of Harry’s thighs. Caressing and squeezing its way up and down stopping just short of where Harry so desperately needed to be touched. A nibble to Harry’s ear had him trembling and he heard himself vocalising an incomprehensible plea. “What was that?” the older man goaded “I couldn’t quite here you, you need to speak up”. Harry cursed under his breath. “Please…nhh… please.” “Please what?”. This time Harry knew he had to answer, he would go crazy if he didn’t get some release soon. “Please sir… touch me”, Harry felt absolutely mortified at his lewd words but the shame he felt was soon replaced by ecstasy as he felt his professor’s expert hands quickly unbutton his jeans and freeing his throbbing member before enclosing it in his hand. Snape gave the younger man’s shaft a few quick pumps before slowing down to a more teasing rhythm, loosening his grip to slide a thumb over the boy’s slit eliciting a slight hiss from the boy before replacing it excited moans as he gripped the boy’s shaft with one hand while pulling gently on his balls with the other.
The older man’s hands moved expertly leaving the young student a trembling mess. The movements suddenly slowed drawing out a soft whine from the boys lips. “Would you like me to keep going?” Harry grunted impatiently in response but immediately regretted his actions as his professor quickly squeezed his balls quite hard stopping all movements.
“Was I not clear that you need to express your wishes clearly? Don’t forget your manners Potter.”
“I’m sorry sir, please, I’m sorry”
Harry heard the words come out of his mouth and could not believe he would humiliate himself in this way. He felt relief as Snape’s hand loosened its grip on his balls and once again resumed a slow pace pulling and tugging.
Harry relaxed back into the man and in doing so felt the older man’s own hardness press against his backside. Harry froze, ha hadn’t been thinking about anything other than his own pleasure and humiliation. What he felt against his backside now made it clear that he was not the only one feeling aroused. He was, however, the only one being reduced to a blabbering mess by the other ones touch. He wondered if he might be able to make his professor loose some of that control he prided himself in having? Mustering all of the self-control he himself had he started to slowly and subtly rub his behind on the professor’s obvious erection, all the while fighting his own moans at the man’s skilful manipulation of his privates.
Harry could feel the man’s erection growing even harder against the rocking of his hips and dared to up the speed of his movements slightly. “Careful Potter” came a rasp of a voice, “what do you think you are playing at?” with those words professor Snape thrust his hips forward pinning Harrys hips between his own and the wall, the boys erection pressing painfully into the flat surface in front of him. “you are not in control here Potter, you would do well to remember that”.
Harry had barely voiced an apology when he was suddenly being yanked from the wall and pulled across the room before being practically thrown down on the desk standing in the middle of the room. The older man used one hand to push Harry’s face down onto the desk and the other to quickly pull down the boy’s trousers leaving his backside completely exposed. Harry felt the hardness of his professor’s erection press through the man’s trousers and push up against his entrance. “Do you realise what making me lose control would mean for you?” Snape growled threateningly in Harry ears, pushing his erection harder against the boys crack. Harry felt fear at the thought of his professor ramming, what he could feel was a sizable erection, into his hole without any preparation, yet at the same time the thought of his the older man’s cock pushing into him left him feeling even more aroused than before and he could feel precum leaking out of his tip. “I’m sorry sir, really I am, please, I won’t do it again” “good boy” the teacher replied, Harry was surprised to feel a sense of accomplishment at the praise.
Harry felt the teacher pull back and felt a rush of disappointment before he heard the unmistakable sound of a sipper being pulled down. Disappointment turned into fear and excitement all mixed into one. Harry didn’t dare move an inch from his postion on the desk. He didn’t know what Snape was going to do but he throbbed with excitement at the possibilities his mind came up with. Snape had not yet closed the gap between them again and Harry could see movement at the corner of his eye. He realised that Snape must be stroking himself. Harry wanted so badly to turn his head and get a clear look at the professor’s bare cock but he dared not. Harry’s own cock ached for attention but fear of Snape’s reaction kept him from doing anything about it.
It felt like torture laying there, waiting, hoping. Wait, what was he hoping for? Harry felt shame flood him when he realised that yes, he was most definitely hoping that his professor would move forward and touch him again, let him feel the big cock press against his backside without any fabric in between, and maybe, just maybe, feel it push into him. Harry trembled at the thought and searched frantically for something to say or do to make Snape do just those things. And the he realised, Snape was waiting for him. Waiting for him to vocalise his wishes, to ask for what he wanted. Harry felt his cheeks grow red with embarrassment. The bastard was really going to make him beg for it wasn’t he? Harry drew a deep breath to try and steady himself and then did something he would have never thought himself capable of, he started to beg.
“Please sir, professor, I want… I want…”
“Yes Harry, what is it that you want?”
Snape’s voice was deep with lust. Harry bit his lip and tried to make his hips shake less in an attempt to save at least a little bit of dignity.
“Please sir, I want you to… to…”
“Yes?”
the professor voice was surprisingly patient, something Harry felt oddly grateful for.
“I want you to touch me”
Harry screwed his eyes shut and waited for the professor to laugh at him, to tell him the jest was over, to send him packing. But that didn’t happen. Instead he heard the older man moving forwards, felt their bodies brush against each other. He could now feel the front of Snape’s naked thighs press against the backside of his own. The professor was surprisingly fit, the feeling of his thighs were all lean muscle. Harry could hear the sound of Snape’s hand moving up and down his shaft and he felt a strong hand pulling at his asscheek, exposing his hole. The realisation that professor Snape was masturbating while looking at his opening sent electric sparks down to Harry’s cook. Harry bit back a moan and gave an involuntary rock of his hips which gave him a wonderful moment of friction from the desk against his erection. “Please professor, please, touch me, sir, I can’t, it’s too much” Harry marvelled at what he had been reduced to. “Shh” the professor said bending down slowly, reaching his hand around Harrys hips, finding his cock at last. “Oh, you are positively gushing here” the professor said, transferring the boy’s precum from the slit of the head down the shaft. Harry felt such relief at finally being touched that without thinking he thanked the older man. “thank you sir”. Snape groaned at the words and pressed his own erection against the younger man’s crack. Rubbing up and down as he continued stroking the boys cock.
“Would you like me to take this further” Snape asked in a low voice as he pushed his erection into the boy’s backside harder. Harry moaned loudly unable to articulate anything comprehensive. Snape squeezed the base of Harry’s shaft threateningly and Harry pulled himself together giving the man what he obviously wanted.
“Yes please, I want to you to...”
“What do you want me to do? Say it”
Harry drew a deep breath,
“I want you to… I want you to fuck me... Please sir” he added as an afterthought. Harry heard the mumble of a spell and felt his entrance become slick. Immediately after he felt the tip of Snape’s cock slowly push against the opening. Harry had no idea whether something so big would even fit but Snape’s expert movements so far left him feeling strangely safe. Snape took his time slowly pushing against the opening, backing up and pushing again. He gradually added on the pressure all the while stroking Harrys and tugging and pulling at his balls.
What pain Harry felt from the push against his tight ring of muscle was overshadow by the immense pleasure he felt from the swift hands moving over his still throbbing cock. Harry could feel the pressure building inside him and realised that he was getting close to coming. He longed for release yet at the same time he wanted to hold on. He wanted to know what it felt like to be filled to the brim. He wanted his professor to slam in and out of him as he reached his ecstasy.
Panic started to build in Harry when he realised that he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from coming unless Snape slowed down. He started to squirm. “Please, professor, I’m going to, I mean, I don’t…”. Snape seemed to understand Harry’s dilemma and slowed his pacing just enough to bring Harry back from the edge yet still keeping him in complete bliss. “Brace yourself” the man growled before pushing himself harder against Harry, forcing the head of his cock inside, pausing just briefly before pushing himself in all the way to the hilt. Harry screamed out as the pain overtook him for a minute before being brought back down by the waves of pleasure hitting him as Snape picked up the pace of the workings on his cock and balls.
Snape started to move inside of him, slowly at first and then faster. Before Harry knew what was happening Snape was slamming in and out of him, their bodies making obscene noises as they were pushed against each other only to be pulled apart again. Snape let go of Harry’s balls in order to steady himself against the desk but kept pumping Harrys cock in time with his thrusts. The sensation of being taken had gone from painful to tolerable to somewhat pleasurable until suddenly Harry felt something inside him being hit, first once, then twice. He moaned loudly in pleasure, feeling drool drip down his chin. He didn’t care. Snape kept hitting that sweet spot inside of him over and over again and he was going crazy.
He heard Snape grunting in a low voice as he moved above him and the sound pushed Harry further and further, he knew he was getting close to climaxing. This time Harry welcome it, chased it even. As he was getting closer and closer it dawned on him that maybe the professor wouldn’t like it if he came without warning, or even permission for that matter. He had said that Harry was not in control and that he would do well to remember it. Harry was ashamed of himself for allowing his professor to control him like this, yet he was terrified of angering the man and he also felt a longing to please the man, to be good. “Sir, I’m, I’m going to… Please, may I?” he couldn’t believe he was asking permission for such a thing. “Come” the older man demanded in his ear and Harry did.
Waves of pleasure overtook him and he shook as thick streams of white liquid came out of the tip of his cock, painting white stripes on the desk. Just as the last waves of orgasm flowed through his body the older man taking him so aggressively grunted and changed his pace as he too reached orgasm filling Harry’s inside with the same thick liquid.
Panting hard professor Snape bent down over Harry to rest on his elbows as his cock slowly deflated and found its way out of Harry. Harry could hear Snape mumble something and realised it must have been a cleaning spell as the stickiness between his abdomen and the desk disappeared along with the fluid dripping down his thighs. Harry was breathing hard and did not move a muscle. “Professor?” he asked tentatively when the older man stood up and retreated from him. “Same time tomorrow Potter” was all the professor said before walking across the room and through the door that Harry assumed led to his private quarters, leaving Harry alone and quite confused.
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