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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 couldn’t remember a single time when he had felt as confused as he did right now. Not being able to focus on anything, aside from those hungry kisses administered by his professor, Harry melted into it, leaning closer, feeling his chest meet that of the older man. He did not get to linger in the embrace for long though. Snape brusquely pushed Harry down onto his back on the couch, pulling his robes aside and pushing his shirt up, exposing the soft skin underneath. Harry gasped as the professors mouth found its way to one of his nipples and started nibbling at it. Harry threw back his head and bit his lip in a useless effort to stop the moans from coming out. He could not believe that professor Snape, the professor Snape, was once again eliciting these reactions from him. Harry tried desperately to push away his feelings of excitement, telling himself that he was not enjoying this as much as he was, but as a flick of his professor’s tongue pulled another gasp from him he realised that he might have to concede defeat on the subject. Merit was added to the concession as he unwittingly started moving his hips, searching for contact, friction, anything.
Snape released the nipple from his mouth and chuckled slightly. Harry turned his flushed face downward to meet the gaze of his professor, wondering what was about to happen, feeling anticipation building inside of him. “How lewd you are, squirming around”, Snape stated and pulled back from Harry, standing up beside the couch “remember, you wanted this.” At those words Snape moved his hands down to his own crotch, where Harry could see a sizable bulge, and slowly started to unzip his trousers. Harry held his breath. Was professor Snape about to do what Harry thought he might? Fantasies of pleasuring his professor with his mouth flashed before him. Harry’s erection throbbed painfully at the idea. He really had lost any dignity he had deluded himself into thinking he had left after last night’s events. Snape had now pulled down his zipper completely and without as much as a shred of self-consciousness visible on his features, he let his trousers fall to ground. Harry stared at the older man’s member in awe. He couldn’t believe he had Snape’s erection only inches from his face, just like in his fantasy from the previous night.
Unconsciously, Harry leant forward, lips parted slightly; ready to finally taste his professor. “Uh, uh” Snape reprimanded him backing away slightly, “where are your manners? You are going to ask nicely Potter”. Harry couldn’t believe it, the man truly was a sadist. He was going to make Harry beg for it. The boy lowered his eyes, too ashamed to meet those of the older man. He wanted this so badly, he didn’t know how to resist. Stealing himself he let the word tumble out; “can I… that is, could I please… eh, I would like to…” he sounded like a blabbering idiot. Harry felt a hand underneath his chin tilting his head back so that he was staring straight into Snape’s face. “You would like to do what?” Snape insisted. “I would like to touch you sir, please” Harry felt his face redden at the words coming out of his mouth. To his surprise Snape denied him; “not just yet” came the reply, “all in good time Potter”. The professor backed away, releasing Harry’s shin as he did so. “Take of your clothes” he demanded with a strong voice. “I’m sorry sir?” Harry responded, feeling much to self-conscious to strip in the same fashion Snape had done moments before. “You heard me” Snape answered with a smirk; “take of your clothes”. Harry’s eyes dropped to where Snape was now stroking his own erection. The sight made Harrys cock twitch and he knew he was not going to back away from this, no matter how self-conscious he felt. “Yes professor” he mumbled and tentatively pulled his shirt over his head after disregarding his robes. Deciding there was no use delaying the inevitable Harry closed his eyes and pulled down his trousers along with his undergarments, allowing his erection the freedom it longed for, and fell back onto the couch, keeping his legs only slightly apart.
Harry wasn’t sure what he had expected or what he was waiting for, but when nothing happened, he slowly opened his eyes and the sight in front of him sent his head spinning. Snape too had disregarded the rest of his garment and stood, unapologetically, in front of Harry, stroking himself. The professor’s body was lean, in great shape. Who knew he had been hiding this under those billowing robes all this time? What really affected Harry, however, was the look in the professor’s eyes. He was looking at Harry with dark eyes, unmistakably filled with lust. It looked as if the older man might throw himself at Harry at any second to devour him in an instant. Harry reminded himself to breath, his heart was racing. Snape parted his lips slightly and Harry wasted no time obeying the command that next came out of his teachers mouth; “touch yourself Harry”. The sound of his name on his teacher’s lips sent a shiver down Harry’s spine and his right hand quickly made its way down to the hardness between his legs as he placed his left hand slightly behind himself on the couch for support. Still very much aware of his own nakedness he only opened the gap between his legs ever so slightly more to allow for the necessary movements.
Harry bit back a moan the moment his hand met his cock, it had been waiting to be touch for what seemed like forever. Mesmerized by the sight of his teacher masturbating in front of him Harry soon found a steady rhythm, biting his lip to stop himself from making an even bigger fool of himself by moaning uncontrollably. Captivated by the sight in front of him, Harry almost missed the next instruction coming from the potion professor; “spread your legs, show me”. Harry froze, he couldn’t do that now, could he? He realised that he had already made a fool of himself many times by letting himself be taken over by his urges, but spreading his legs wide while sitting here on the edge of the couch, could he really go that far? “You will do as I say”, the firmness to the older man’s voice sent a jolt down Harry’s cock and the boy hung his head as he realised that the professor was right, he would probably do anything he was told to at this point. Ever so slowly the young man did as he was told and spread his legs to allow his teacher a full view, putting himself on display. Peeking up from under his tousled hair, Harry could see Snape starring down at him. Egged on by the professor’s clear enjoyment, Harry decided very quickly to abandon all pretence and pulled his legs up, resting his heals on the edge of the couch earning an appreciative hum from his observer. Even though he did not want to admit it, Harry was beginning to realise that maybe, just maybe, the embarrassment of the situation was what made everything oh so exciting. Harry continued stroking himself, allowing shaky moans to escape his lips, all the while feeling egged on by his teacher’s lustful expression and confident movements.
Professor Snape made a sound that could only be described as a low growl and quickly advanced on his student. Pushing Harry’s hand out of the way Snape grabbed a hold of the trembling boy’s stiff member, leaning down over Harry’s smaller frame, resting his free hand on the back of the couch, giving the cock a few quick pumps. Harry shook fiercely with excitement, not sure what to do with himself. He did not dare touch the other man without permission. Snape placed a knee in between Harry’s legs for support, lifted his hand from the backrest of the couch and grabbed a fistful of Harry’s hair, dragging the boy’s head down to the back of the couch, turning his face upwards in doing so, leaving Harry with his back arched and his abdomen pressed up against Snape.
The rough treatment excited Harry more than he wanted to admit and without realising he was doing so, he started jerking his hips into Snape’s fist, desperate for release. “You are quite erotic”, came a raspy voice in his ear, “now, tell me what it is you want to do when I allow you to touch me”. “Ah” Harry moaned as Snape’s upped the pressure of his strokes “I… I want… Oh Merlin!” Snape had nibbled at his ear at the same time as he had rubbed a thumb across Harry’s slit. Harry was using all of his willpower to keep himself from throwing his arms around the professor, desperate to feel the toned body underneath his hands. Desperation took a hold of him and Harry panted out his wishes in time with the jerking movements of his hips “I... want… to touch you, kiss you, suck your… your cock. Please let me professor, please, I’m going crazy”. “Indeed you are” the professor replied, tracing his tongue down the boy’s neck, “you are making quite the spectacle of yourself. Well then.” Releasing his grip on Harry’s hair, Snape backed away from the boy and said; “get on your knees Potter”. Harry quickly scrambled off the couch and down on the floor, practically tripping over himself in an eager attempt to close the distance between himself and his teacher, all but drooling at the thought of finally tasting the hard flesh of Snape’s manhood. Pulling himself together at the last second, Harry stilled himself and assumed, what he hoped to be a somewhat graceful kneeling position, back straight, head slightly bowed and awaited further instructions, embarrassment and excitement swirling around inside of him.
Harry felt a strong hand touch his cheek, tilting his head upwards, and he looked up at his professor expectantly. From his position on the floor, the towering shape above him looked rather intimidating and Harry suddenly felt very small. Snape looked down into the boy’s eyes; arousal clear in his expression and when he spoke his voice was firm, unwavering; “open up”. No sooner had Harry’s lips parted than he felt the tip of his professor’s cock push its way inside his mouth, down his throat. Harry choked and instinctively moved to pull back but a strong hand, now gripping the back of his head, forced him back in place. The assault to his throat lessened as the professor pulled back just a little, before ramming himself forward again, groaning in a low voice as he did so. Harry’s hands shot up and gripped the older man’s thighs in an effort to stabilise himself somewhat. With willpower alone he managed to calm the panic rising up inside of him, forcing himself to stay still as professor Snape used his throat. Despite the rough treatment, or maybe because of it, Harry felt his stomach tighten and his cock pulsate even harder than before. There was no denying it, he liked this.
With his eyes closed, Harry focused all of his attention on staying completely still, allowing the professor to take him. As a reward, he could hear the man moan in a low voice above him. At this moment Snape’s pleasure and contentment was the only thing that mattered to Harry. “Ah… “ the older man grunted, “You’re doing well, good boy”, pride swelled in Harry’s chest at the praise, his cock ached for attention from between his legs. “Do you like it when I fuck you like this?” Snape asked, pulling himself out of Harry’s mouth. “Yes sir” Harry panted, catching his breath, “very much”, “then tell me what you want, what you need”, was there a hint of worry in the professors voice? Perhaps he felt he had taken things a bit far, taking the boy so roughly? Intent on making his enjoyment clear to the older man, Harry leant back slightly, allowing the professor a clear view of his painful erection. “Please professor, I’m going crazy. May I touch myself? Please?” Harry bit his lip as he looked up at his professor “you may”, the professor replied, gazing down at the excited boy below him. Harry felt an immense gratitude towards the man, barely registering the oddity of his reaction.
Making sure to give his thanks, Harry quickly started stroking himself, shuddering as his overexcited cock was finally stimulated. Feeling emboldened he looked up through hooded eyes and gave voice to his desires “I want to suck your cock again professor, I loved it when you used me, it made me so horny… please do it again. I want to please you”, when he had spoken, Harry’s eyes travelled from his professor’s eyes down to the erection in front of him, just waiting to be served. He was so deep in his state of lust he didn’t care how desperate he sounded, he just wanted to once again feel that dizzying effect of being taken, used, and consumed. He could hear Snape’s breathing getting more laboured, the boy’s words clearly had an effect on the man, “as you wish” he said “don’t stop touching yourself”.
This time, Snape entered Harry’s mouth slowly, taking his time savouring the sensation of the youth’s warm mouth wrapped around his member. Harry moaned around his teacher and picked up the pace stroking himself. He couldn’t believe this was actually happening. Snape increased the speed of his thrusts slightly, curling his fingers in Harry’s hair, moaning and grunting in a raspy voice. Harry felt like he was about to explode at the erotic sounds and felt himself getting close to orgasm. He slowed down his pace; he wanted to enjoy this for as long as he could. Harry kept picking up and dropping the pace, bringing himself close to the edge, only to back down from it again, each time loosing himself more and more to the pleasure, sucking greedily at his professor’s cock, moaning shamelessly. Drool escaped the corners of his mouth.
Not sure he could hold on much longer he looked up at Snape, locking eyes with him, begging for release. Snape pulled back slightly, leaving only the tip of his cock in Harry’s mouth, “come for me Harry” he said, pumping himself with firm, fast strokes. This was all the incentive Harry needed. A trembling and moaning mess, he quickly brought himself to the brink once more, and this time, pushed himself over the edge, shaking as he climaxed. His professor moaned deeply, stroking himself as he pushed the head of his cock in and out of the mouth of the boy writing in pleasure on the floor beneath him, soon joining him in orgasm, shuddering as he released himself into the boy’s mouth. Harry felt the salty fluid enter his mouth and greedily swallowed it down as the ecstasy of orgasm slowly ebbed out of his body.
Professor Snape panted heavily as he pulled himself out of the boy’s mouth, dropping to his knees to join the boy on the floor, pulling them both down to rest their backs against the sofa. Harry curled up beside the professor, feeling spent and sleepy. He didn’t think he had ever felt such satisfaction before. As he lay on the floor, he listened to his professor’s laboured breaths as they started to slow down and wondered what would happen now. Would the professor rush out of the room again as he had yesterday?
“I could get used to this” said the older man in a sleepy, husky voice. Harry didn’t answer but he thought that yes, so could he. After resting comfortably together for a few moments, Harry broke the silence; “I should probably leave now, the others will wonder where I am”. Snape nodded his head and made an effort to stand up. Harry jumped to his feet quickly, receiving a prickly look from his professor, “sorry” he mumbled in apology. “I will see you in class tomorrow”, the professor said, his voice sounding close to normal again. “Yes, of course”, Harry answered and started walking towards the door. He guessed this was an improvement from yesterday’s goodbye. Just as he reached the door he heard his professor’s voice again, it had an almost teasing sound to it; “and Potter?”, “yes professor?” he answered, “don’t be late”, “I won’t sir” Harry left the study, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as the door closed behind him.
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