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The door to the Slytherin common room slammed against the doorstop
with the force of Snape's anger. The Potions master shoved the blond
boy through roughly, making him stumble. "Out! All of you!" the head
of house commanded, making the students scramble.
Trying to right himself after being pushed inside, Draco backed up
into the leather couch in the middle of the room. He watched all his
housemates flee, and in mere seconds only he and Snape remained.
Draco began to apologize quickly, tripping over his words in order
to calm the rage in the older man's eyes. "I'm sorry, Professor! I
didn't know Potter would react that quickly! The first curse I sent
knocked him good, though..."
"No one remembers the first curse, you stupid boy," growled Snape,
advancing on Draco. They'll only remember Potter blasting you back.
And then speaking Parseltongue. You've embarrassed me gravely, Mr.
His back to the couch, Draco had nowhere to go. Not that he would
have run if he could have. He was rooted to the spot; transfixed by
the way his professor's eyes flashed with anger, how each step he
took told of his strength and power. Suddenly he was stuttering, and
not from fear. "I... I'm sorry! I tried... I did exactly what you
told me to do! How was I supposed to know that he... he could speak
"One has to learn to be prepared for the unexpected," snapped the
professor. He dropped his voice deliberately, stepping even closer
to the trembling boy. He tried not to notice how delectable Draco
looked like this. No arrogance, no attitude, just his eagerness to
please. "I expect more from *you*," he added silkily. Best not to
let his mind stray; that way lay ruin.
Draco bit his lower lip and looked down. "I know, sir. I... I'm
sorry! I won't let it happen again." He had thought that the dueling
club would be the perfect place for him to show off for the Potions
master. It should have been so easy! Blast Potter and make Professor
Snape happy. But the stupid Gryffindor had hit him back, and messed
Snape almost took pity on Draco then, so perfectly delicious was his
contrition. But... he had to teach the boy a lesson about living up
to expectations. "No, I'm sure you won't, Mr. Malfoy. Especially
after I give you your punishment for failing me." He looked down,
deliberately looming over Draco. He tried not to think about how he
really wanted to punish the blond boy. He'd really grown over the
break and turned heads all over the school now. Snape had a weakness
Eyes going huge, Draco's head snapped up, and he gulped as he
finally noticed just how close the older man was. Snape was leaning
over him, invading his personal space in a way that made the blond's
legs tremble. The Potions master looked so threatening, so angry...
so sensual. "P-punishment?"
"Do I stutter, Malfoy? Yes, punishment. Did you think you would get
away with humiliating me like that?" purred Snape, enjoying himself
now. He could smell the boy now, he was so close. Did Draco have any
idea how sexy he was like this?
"I didn't mean to humiliate you, Professor! I tried my best..." The
blond said pleadingly. There was an almost frantic edge to his
voice. Having Snape so close was already beginning to arouse Draco,
and considering how mad the older man was he didn't think this
reaction would please the other wizard.
"Well, your best wasn't good enough, then," murmured Snape. "How
will I be certain you won't let Potter get the better of you yet
again? Don't think I've forgotten that for the first time since I
became head of this house, Slytherin no longer holds the house cup."
He leaned in closer, a tight coil of desire pooling in his lower
body. He really was enjoying this too much.
Draco tried to lean back but he was trapped between the unmoving
leather sofa and the towering frame of his professor. "We should
have won that first year, sir! We did win, but then Dumbledore," he
paused to sneer angrily, "awarded all those points to the
"Yes, of course, Draco, we must always blame our losses on someone
else," Snape said smoothly, dangerously. "I forget sometimes that
you're still a child," he added, knowing how those words would sting
the proud boy.
Mouth falling open in shock, Draco's eyes narrowed and he had to
stop himself from pouting. A child? He wasn't a child! A wicked
thought came to his mind. He would prove that to Snape! Leaning up,
he stood on his tiptoes and crushed his lips to Snape's. His kiss
was clumsy, and rushed, but he poured all the desire he felt into
it. That would show the older man just how mature he was.
Snape froze in shock as the boy's soft lips pressed against his. He
knew the boy was impulsive, but he had never dreamed that he would
do anything like this. He had suspected that Draco had a crush on
him, but had thought that it would fade over time. But the young
Malfoy had exceeded his expectations in this respect. Suddenly he
realised that though he wasn't responding to the kiss, he also
wasn't stopping it. And as much as he would love to ravish the boy,
he couldn't. He pushed Draco back against the couch, breaking the
kiss, and growled. "What in Merlin's name do you think you're doing,
"I was showing you that I'm not a child," Draco replied hotly,
wishing his voice didn't sound quite so breathless. He straightened
himself back up, and looked the older man directly in the eye. "I
know I'm young, but I'm not a child..." The blond licked his lips
and let his eyes drop to Snape's mouth. Kissing the Potions master
had been better than he had imagined, and he had imagined it often.
In fact, he was imagining doing it again right now.
"Only a child would do such a thing uninvited," snapped the older
man. "Not only are you my student, but you're much too young." He
couldn't deny how the kiss had affected him, though. One touch of
the boy's lips and he was hard as a rock. Tempted, he wondered if
Draco was aroused too.
Stomping his foot in frustration, Draco let out an annoyed
huff. "I'm not too young! I'm old enough to know what I want. To
know what... turns me on." Much to his chagrin a blush blossomed
over his pale cheeks. Had he just said that to Professor Snape?
Snape couldn't help himself. An evil smirk settled across his
face. "Oh, really, Mr. Malfoy? Do enlighten me, then. What turns you
on, as you so eloquently put it?" He knew teasing the boy was cruel,
but he was a cruel man and Draco blushed so prettily.
Crossing his arms over his chest, Draco looked defiantly up at the
older man. Snape was teasing him! He thought Draco was nothing more
than a stupid child. Well, the blond would show him. "*You* do,
Professor," he purred, trying as hard as he could to make his voice
seductive. He fluttered his eyelashes and leaned closer. "You're
turning me on right now..." Had he given it a moment's thought Draco
would have realized what a dangerous game he was playing. But he was
being rash, letting his anger control him.
Snape leered, leaning closer to the boy. Draco was just too
perfect. "Am I, now?" he whispered, letting the velvet tones of his
voice caress the blond. "And just how turned on are you, Mr.
Malfoy?" he purred. "Please do tell me, insolent *little* boy." He
knew he should leave right now, get away before he did something he
would regret. But his arousal ached and pulsed, and he was enjoying
Little?! Angrily, Draco ripped open his robes and tugged them off.
If Snape wanted proof of Draco's arousal, he'd get it! The blond
braced his hands on the couch behind him, and leaned back, giving
Snape full view of his body. He was still fully clothed, but it was
hard to miss the erection stretching out the front of his pants. "Do
you want to see more?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.
Snape absolutely could not stop his eyes from sweeping over the
length of Draco's body. The boy hadn't been kidding, he was very
aroused, and judging from the way his pants were stretched, quite
mature for his age. Yes, he did want to see more, to see everything,
but he couldn't say that. Instead, he raised his own
eyebrows. "Impressive, Mr. Malfoy. Either you are telling the truth
or you have a sock stuffed down your trousers." He paused, to let
his words sink in and to get control of himself. "However there
still is the issue of your punishment to consider. I do think I
shall have to mete out an appropriate punishment for propositioning
your head of house." He knew he was making a mistake, he should
leave now, get away from Draco, before he did something he shouldn't.
Realization of what he was doing dawned on Draco. Fear flashed
through his eyes, and he slumped slightly. He hadn't been thinking
at all. Snape had made him so angry, and he'd just... reacted. And
now he was in even more trouble. With this, plus the incident at the
dueling club, his punishment was sure to be severe. Lowering his
head he spoke softly. "What will you do to me, Professor?"
Snape looked on in satisfaction at Draco's reaction. Perfect. "I
believe in making the punishment fit the crime, as it were," mused
the professor. "So, in this case..." he took out his wand and with a
spell locked the doors securely. He turned to face the worried boy
once more, and decided what to do. He was sure it wasn't appropriate
but his body was thinking for him, and he wanted to see more. "Drop
your trousers, Mr. Malfoy."
A shocked gasp escaped from Draco, and he stared up at the Potions
Master. Snape wanted him to... to... His cheeks went bright red, but
his hands fumbled to undo his belt. "Y-yes, sir..." Draco's fingers
were clumsy and shaking as they unfastened his belt, and then went
for the button of his trousers. Suddenly his breath was coming
faster, and his heart was pounding. The blond had no idea what the
older man was planning, but that didn't stop his arousal from
Snape couldn't help but smirk at the boy's discomfiture. Desire was
warring with his common sense right now, but he could just tell
himself he was punishing Draco. He hadn't crossed the line. Yet. "Do
hurry, Mr. Malfoy. I haven't got all night."
Eager hands sped up, and Draco finally managed to get his trousers
undone. He pushed them, and his boxers, down letting them gather
around his ankles. "Should I take them all the way off, sir?" He
asked, already starting to pant with need.
With a supreme act of will, Snape kept his breathing even as he
looked upon Draco. The boy's erection was every bit as perfect as he
had thought, poking up through the open bottom of his shirt to
glisten against the starched white. He had a sudden urge to kneel
before the boy and take that untouched cock into his mouth. Because
he was perfectly sure that Draco had never been touched there
before. But, there was punishment to be served... "No. Leave them
that way. Now turn around and bend over the arm of the couch," he
instructed, keeping his voice carefully neutral as his trapped cock
got wetter and harder.
Draco whimpered softly, but did as he was told. He leaned over the
arm, gasping loudly as the soft leather came into contact with his
erection. As if that wasn't enough, his bottom was bared and
presented perfectly to Snape. He felt incredibly exposed, even
though he was still half dressed. There was something decadently
naughty about having his lower body nude while his upper body
remained clothed. Draco started to rub himself slightly against the
couch, biting back the moans that threatened to pour from his lips.
He had no idea what his professor was planning, but so far this
punishment was to his liking.
Snape took a moment to just look at Draco. Never had he seen such
perfection. Smooth, creamy skin, rounded firm ass, strong toned
thighs... perfectly framed by the clothes he was still wearing.
Better than the boy being nude, his remaining clothes accented what
was exposed. And the boy was so aroused too... he was rubbing
himself in the couch, trying to get some relief. That wouldn't
do. "Stop that, Mr. Malfoy," he said warningly, before stepping
behind him. "Spread your legs more," he instructed, his voice a
His fingers digging into leather, Draco forced himself to stop
rocking against the couch. It took every ounce of willpower he had;
the feeling of the cool leather caressing his arousal was
intoxicating. He briefly wondered what it would feel like to be
fully naked and spread out along the seat of the couch. He spread
his legs as far as the trousers bunched around his ankles would
allow. Looking over his shoulder he caught the Potion Master's
eye. "Is... Is this good, sir?"
Suppressing the urge to tell Draco just how good he looked, Snape
just said disdainfully, "That will do, Mr. Malfoy." He stood
directly behind the boy now, and looked down at him. "Are you ready
for your punishment?" His hands were itching to touch the silky
skin, to mark it. He didn't want to hurt Draco, he just wanted to
see what that perfect little ass would look like after being
spanked. He suspected it would be sublime.
Draco quelled the urge to inform the older man that this *was* a
punishment! He was hard, half naked, and bent over the couch by the
object of his secret fantasies, with said object standing so close
he could feel the body heat radiating off him. That in itself wasn't
the problem; it was the fact that the blond was in this position and
unable to touch himself. He was close to completion but unable to
achieve it. Shivers raced down his spine. He wanted to be touched so
badly, wanted desperately to feel Snape's hands on him. But he
couldn't ask, couldn't speak as Snape looked down at him. The blond
nodded, hoping that was good enough.
"Brace yourself," Snape warned, and with no more preamble he slapped
the pert little ass. Just that momentary contact, not even very
sharp, and he was harder than he had ever been. Draco's skin was
indeed silk under his fingers. He spanked once more, and paused to
watch the skin redden. He fought to keep his voice under control as
he continued, "You've been growing more insolent. This is not
Eyes going wide, Draco couldn't help the shocked gasp that escaped
him as he felt his professor's hand coming down hard on his bottom.
Snape wasn't hitting overly hard, just enough to sting; and to
Draco's surprise, just enough to make him want more. He'd been
fascinated by Snape from the first, and slowly that fascination had
melted into desire. The blond had been harboring this hidden lust
for a while; giving into temptation alone in his bed at night. He
had dreamed them into so many scenarios, but nothing, no dream, no
fantasy, could ever compare to the real life feeling of Snape's hand
on his skin. He found himself lifting his ass higher, searching for
more contact. "So bad, Professor," he cried out. "Need to be
This time, Snape did moan, surprised by Draco's reaction and more
than aroused by it. The boy wanted more, and he arched so wantonly
into his hand. He brought his hand down twice more, then couldn't
help himself. He ran his fingers gently over the pink skin, tracing
near to the boy's cleft. He was achingly hard, and Draco's entrance
was so close... "Does it hurt, Draco?" he whispered.
The last two slaps had brought tears to blond's eyes, but they'd
also made him harder than he'd ever been before. His arousal
intensified as Snape softly trailed his fingers across the throbbing
skin, teasing ever closer to where Draco wanted him to touch
most. "Yes," he replied in a voice thick with need. "It does hurt.
But... It feels good."
A smirk crossed Snape's face. Draco was too good to be true. "It's
not a punishment if it doesn't hurt a bit," he said, spanking him
twice more. "I think you're enjoying it too much, though," he
observed. Now, he put both hands on the boy's ass, kneading at the
reddened skin, spreading him apart roughly, his fingers brushing
closer and closer to his opening. "Aren't you, Draco?" he asked, his
voice rough with desire.
Draco cried out, tears spilling over and sliding down his cheeks.
His bottom was growing sore, and Snape's hands were so harsh as they
massaged the tender skin. "I... I am! I'm so... bad..." His breath
hitched as he fought not to cry. It hurt, but it felt so incredible
too. The pain and pleasure were mixing until he couldn't tell one
from the other. Draco knew he couldn't hold back from orgasm much
longer. His young body was being pushed to its limits.
Snape also was being pushed to the limit of his ability to hold
back. He stood, hands on the exquisite buttocks of a lithe young
boy, who was aroused and desired him. His own cock fought against
the restraint of his trousers, and he had never been a particularly
ethical man. He'd never taken advantage of a student before, though.
But he'd never had a student such as Draco. "Did you know that your
father has given me express permission to use whatever means I deem
necessary to discipline you, Draco?" Snape asked. It was true; he
and Lucius had discussed his son, before he came to Hogwarts. Lucius
seemed to think that Draco would be a handful. Snape had assured him
it was nothing he couldn't handle. That was when Lucius had given
him permission to do whatever necessary.
Shaking his blond head, Draco tried to subtly rock his hips back and
press himself closer to Snape. "I... I didn't know that, sir.
Sometimes... Sometimes he has to do this to me... I'm very very bad,
but... I think he likes it too." Draco turned his head and peered
over his shoulder. His fair cheeks were flushed, and damp with his
tears. "Do you like it, sir?" He asked softly.
Snape considered. Should he tell the boy how this made him feel? How
it made him ache to bury his cock in Draco's tight young body? He
suddenly had a thought. "Does your father do anything else to you,
Draco?" He wouldn't put it past Lucius; there had been something in
the man's eyes when he had instructed Snape to use whatever means he
deemed necessary with Draco.
More color rose to the blond's face, staining both set of cheeks a
lovely pink. "Sometimes after he punishes me we take a shower
together... And then he puts lotion on me so I won't be sore. But
he's never..." Draco trailed off knowing what Snape was asking, but
unable to say the words out loud. His young body shivered slightly
with pleasure as he thought back on those times with his
father. "They way he looks at me though, like... Like he's
hungry..." He looked up at Snape; the Potions master was looking at
him in that same way right now. He couldn't help but nudge his hips
lightly against the couch, moaning lowly at the soft friction.
Hungry. What a perfect way to express how Draco made him feel. He
kneaded the boy's pink skin more gently now, fingers brushing closer
to the opening, spreading Draco open to his view. He knew the boy
was rubbing his erection again, but this time he let him. "So,
Lucius has never touched you... here?" Ever so gently, he slid the
tip of his finger across Draco's entrance. He couldn't help
Draco's body visibly trembled, his knees almost giving out from
under him. He gasped for air as one long, cool finger traced over
the entrance to his body. "No," he answered breathlessly. "No one
has ever... ever..." Draco whimpered, trying desperately to force
the words out, but the heat blazing through him seemed to be melting
his speaking abilities. He could only moan out words and hoped they
made sense. "Want. You. To..."
Draco's words made him even harder, if that was possible. His
rational mind, the one that was trying to tell him he couldn't
possibly be considering fucking his very underage student, was being
rapidly drowned out by the testosterone flowing through him. He
closed his eyes for a moment. "Are you sure, Mr. Malfoy?" he managed
to ask. "Do you know what you're asking for?" He continued to stroke
the boy's tender entrance, his blood boiling from the thought that
Draco was untouched, a virgin, and spread out in front of him,
wanting. Even though he had Lucius' permission, he was sure what he
wanted to do was wrong. Which made it all the better: forbidden
"I... I'm asking..," Draco cursed his body, which was more
interested in pushing back on Snape's finger then forming coherent
answers. And the older man wasn't helping, his finger brushing and
over and over the boy's entrance, never once entering, only teasing
until Draco thought he'd come from that sensation alone. "Please,
sir!" He cried out. "I need you... inside me..." He hung his blonde
head and panted heavily. More tears sprung to his eyes, not from
pain, but from the sheer need swamping his body. Draco had never
felt desire this strong, it was overwhelming in its intensity.
No one could have resisted such a plea, and Snape was no saint. He
took a shuddering breath and said, "I shall give you what you ask
for then, Draco," he said, finally allowing his voice to show the
desire he felt. "I must prepare you." He quickly summoned a jar, and
smoothed some over the boy's opening, pushing gently. "Tell me if I
hurt you." His cock felt as if it would explode, but he had to go
Trying to spread his legs wider, but finding them trapped by his
trousers, the young blond cried out in frustration. He was finally
getting what he wanted, but it was taking too long! There was no way
he would be able to stave off his climax, especially when he felt
his professor's finger slowly begin to enter him. His hips jerkily
rubbed against the arm of the couch, and he was powerless to stop
the motion. Draco tried to choke out a warning, telling Snape he was
on the brink on release. "S-sir, I... I..." A tear slid down his
cheek as his body moved faster, almost frantically so, against the
Snape considered for a moment; should he let Draco have his release
now? The boy was so close... he decided, putting one hand on the
boy's smooth back as he stepped closer, pushing one finger further
inside to find the boy's sweet spot. "Go ahead, Draco. Let yourself
go," he purred, twisting his finger until he found it, knowing what
the new feeling would do to the boy.
Feeling Snape's finger sliding deeper, and being granted his
permission pushed Draco right to the edge; he was poised, almost
falling. And then the dark haired man struck something inside him,
something that sent white-hot bursts of ecstasy through every inch
of his body. Draco arched his back almost painfully as he gave
himself over fully to release. His body was pressed tightly against
couch and he was climaxing harder than he ever thought possible. His
entire body shuddered and his creamy seed splashed onto his shirt,
and spilled across the arm of the chair. After what seemed like an
eternity the boy sagged against the couch, knowing it was the only
thing holding up his shaking frame.
The boy's body tightened around his finger, and his cries made Snape
ache even more. He let the boy ride it out; Draco's body was so
tight, he didn't know if he'd be able to fit inside. But he would
try... He slid in another finger as the boy's trembling
subsided. "How did that feel, Draco?" he whispered. "Did you like
As he slowly came to back to reality, the first thing Draco noticed
was there was another finger inside him. He'd been so consumed, he
hadn't even felt it slip in. The two fingers felt so good that even
though he was worn out from his climax, Draco lifted his ass, and
urged them deeper. He was so relaxed his body accepted them rather
easily. "Yes, sir," he purred out sensually in response. "Thank
Oh god, the boy's tone inflamed his desire even farther. Every cell
of his body cried out with need to pound into Draco. He bit his lip
as he slid another finger into the tight channel. He moved the
fingers in and out, deliberately hitting the boy's prostate. His
other hand ran over Draco's silky skin possessively. He would claim
the blond, make him his and his alone.
Letting out a soft cry, Draco began to move in rhythm with the
fingers inside him. The addition of the third one had been slightly
painful. His body was unused to being stretched, but in its relaxed
state, and with Snape's carefulness, the pain soon subsided. It was
replaced by wave after wave of pleasure at the professor found, and
exploited, that spot deep within Draco. The blond moaned lowly,
passionately, the sound almost a mewling one as he begged without
words for more of the same treatment. Snape's hands moved on him, in
him; stroking his entire body in a gentle way that belied the older
man's normally cold demeanor. To Draco's surprise he found himself
already becoming aroused again.
Snape couldn't wait any longer; he could see Draco getting hard
again, and he was about to explode from need. "Draco... need you...
tell me what you want..." He knew the boy wanted him, knew he could
do what he wanted, but he needed to hear it from him. He unzipped
his trousers and freed his cock, smoothing the lubrication on as
quickly as he could. He rubbed his arousal along the cleft of
Draco's ass, teasing them both.
The grating sound of Snape's zipper being lowered made Draco's cock
swell into full erection. He knew the older man was undressing, and
then preparing himself. The mental image alone tore a groan from the
boy's throat. Draco wanted to turn and look, but he didn't have time
because Snape was then pressed up right behind him. The blond could
feel the man's big, hard cock against him, and he wanted nothing
more than to feel it *in* him. "I want you sir," he begged with a
gasp. "I want you to... to... fuck me!" Draco's earlier inhibitions
were fading; he felt himself grow bolder at knowing that Snape
wanted him as much as he wanted the older man. "I want to be pounded
hard by your big, thick cock." Draco was growing breathless with
anticipation. "I want to scream for you..."
"Draco," groaned the professor, pressing the head of his erection
against the boy's entrance. "You're so hot... where did you learn to
talk like that?" The young, virginal boy begging to be fucked was a
million late night dreams come true. "Want you so much..." He
pushed, and it seemed as if his cock would never fit inside.
"I..," Draco began to answer, but words failed him as he felt his
body being stretched to accept Snape's cock. It felt so huge, so
hard, so unbelievably perfect. It was everything from his fantasies
and more. "I... In my... " The blond panted hard, "In my dreams,
that's what I say... to you.." Draco leaned farther over the arm of
the couch, offering himself even more to the man behind him. "And
then I say... More!"
Snape groaned as his cock slid deeper into the impossibly tight
channel. "You... you dream of me, Draco?" he asked, trying to keep
himself from climaxing instantly. He gripped the boy's slim hips and
made himself enter slowly.
Nodding, the boy struggled to breathe as his professor slid deeper,
filled him more. "Yes!" He cried out both in response to the
question, and to the sensation of Snape inside him. "You... me...
The idea that Draco dreamt of him, wanted him that much, made Snape
nearly lose control. "I've wanted this, too..." he whispered, nearly
all the way inside now. Draco's body gripped him, and all he wanted
to do was drive into him over and over.
Draco tossed his head back, causing his sweat dampened blond hair to
fly around his face. "Yes! More!" he all but begged. "I can take
it..." He rocked his ass back, needing to feel Snape as deep as
possible. A lust fueled heat raced through him, threatening to
consume his slim frame, and he welcomed it.
It was hard to believe that Draco was a virgin, the way he was
reacting to every thrust. Snape could no longer maintain his
reserve. The boy pushed his hips back and Snape rocked forward,
driving in deeper each time. "Tell me you like it, tell me you need
it," he moaned. Draco's voice was driving him over the edge as fast
as his tight body.
"I *need* it!" Draco moaned sensuously. "I want it, I crave it, I
love it..." He slammed back as Snape thrust forward, a loud groan
tearing from his lips as they met and together filled his body
completely. The blond's hand gripped the couch in front of him,
fingers ripping at the leather. Each hard, pounding thrust pushed
him closer and closer to another climax.
Snape knew he was lost. Never before had he taken one so young, so
beautiful, so perfect, and nothing else, and no one else, would ever
compare. He drove in deeper, faster, heart pounding and cock
pulsing, afraid he would lose control and hurt Draco. "Tell me... if
I'm hurting you," he managed to groan.
"Not hurting... want more," cried Draco, shifting into a more
favorable position so Snape could pound into him. The pleasure made
Draco wanton; he shamelessly let his body command his words and his
actions. The pace built up and up; each time the older man's cock
impaled him it sent the blond closer and closer to ecstasy. His
cries were growing louder and louder, urging Snape to go harder,
Snape grabbed the boy's slim hips, hard enough to bruise. He slammed
in and out, precisely, harder and harder until the couch rocked from
the force of his thrusts. Draco was plainly screaming now, almost
incoherent with his need for release. The older man knew he couldn't
hold back much longer in the hot paradise of Draco's body. He
moaned, "Touch yourself, Draco... make yourself come, I want to see
Draco sucked in a deep shaky breath, and slid his hand down to his
aching arousal. His pale fingers wrapped around it, and a sob
spilled from his lips as he stroked himself roughly. He felt so
wicked, stroking his cock while Snape watched. He'd always been
careful to do this type of thing in private. But, he was doing a lot
tonight he'd never done before; things he definitely planned on
Snape's hands tightened on Draco's hips as he watched, still
pounding in and out with precision. "Yes, that's it, Draco, tell he
how much you want to come... tell me how it feels to be fucked over
More tears slipped down Draco's cheeks and he struggled to breathe
while being taken so hard by his professor, and trying to pump his
own cock. "I... I..." He panted heavily, trying to force out the
words. "I love being taken by you! I need it... like this... Hard,
*so* hard... Need to come... please..." His pale thighs began to
shake under the pressure.
Snape thrust in savagely, over and over, faster and faster. He
growled, "That's right, you need it, only from me, Malfoy... you're
a bad boy... you may come... now."
With a shudder that shook his entire frame, Draco moaned loudly and
climaxed all over his hand. The blond's senses were drowned by the
flood of smoldering euphoria that overcame him. He kept stroking his
cock, wanting to milk the pleasure as much as he could. The boy's
slender hips slammed back, driving Snape deeper, filling Draco's
Finally losing his composure as the boy's tight body gripped him,
the Potions master moaned as his own release took him. "Draco..." he
gasped, snapping his hips, driving his cock deep inside the blond
one more time. His head fell back and his eyes closed as ecstasy
washed over him.
Draco's hand fell from his cock, and moved to grasp the back of the
couch for balance. His legs wobbled slightly in the aftermath of the
intense climax he'd just experienced. He felt utterly wanton and
used, and he delighted in it.
Snape pulled out carefully, overcome with uncharacteristic emotion
for the boy. He helped him up and cleaned him, helping him dress. He
left quickly, before he did something stupid like telling the boy of
his feelings. "Let this be a lesson, Mr. Malfoy. Slytherins don't
Nodding, Draco hung his head. Not in shame, he was anything but
ashamed of what just occurred. In fact, if this was the price for
losing the young blond planned to never win at anything again. But
he hung his head and pretended contriteness. "Yes, Professor. I'll
try harder next time."
"See that you do, Mr. Malfoy," Snape nodded, hoping that this won't
be the last time he had to "discipline" the beautiful boy. His
expression softened for a moment. "Good night."
Looking up, Draco licked his pouty lips, and whispered, "Good
night." He arched a blond eyebrow at the older man, and lay back on
the leather couch. "And sweet dreams..."
With one more longing glance at the blond siren on the couch, Snape