Potter-Boy
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
11,608
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Potter-Boy (Thinking) Part 1/3
Potter-Boy (Thinking)
If he stopped now, the truth would never escape his pursed lips; the boy would continue to scrub the floor, his pert arse in the air, his fingers diligently caressing the rag, his face worn in concentration. If he stopped now, the world would continue like normal.
But he did not stop.
His legs swiftly brought him to the boys side, a sneer plastered on his face. He hated what the Potter-boy did to his calloused being; his trousers were tight, his prick straining against the cloth; he longed to release it and watch the horror pass across the boys face -- oh the supremacy.
Potter would look shocked and back away into the corner with his little wand pointing at his bad, bad professor. His voice would tremble in fear and Snape would marvel in the pride the boy shed so quickly to escape his fate.
Snape would not let the trembling boy escape; he would push him against the wall, snarling and sneering, telling the brat how much he hated him -- how much his prick would love to dig into his arse. Potter would cry out NO! and Snape\'s cock would get harder, the fear of a shaking boy turning his crank.
Sour milk fingers would tare the boys cloak off, then his ugly Weasley jumper and his baggy trousers too -- Snape wished Potter\'s trousers were tighter -- he wanted the boys arse framed in tight jeans, leaving nothing to the imagination for a pervert such as himself.
Bare and trembling, Snape would spread his pupils creamy thighs apart and hungrily gaze upon the meal before him; his tongue would plunder the mouth beneath him, the boy shouting for him to stop, his mouth not pliant and willing. His pale hands would fondle the boys balls and then finger his tight hole, cries dulled by his feasting mouth.
He would not care if the boy was prepared; his first time would hurt and haunt him, the pain extraordinaire.
His prick would infiltrate the young supple body laid before him, and he would claim the boy inside and out with teeth marks and purple bruises.
Potter would sob, tears caressing his face, his nose wet, his cock hardening against his free will -- Snape would fist the small prick, humiliating the boy for his carnal reactions.
Delight would take hold of the greasy Potions Master as he plundered the boy, his thrusts hard and his prick aching for release. The boy still unwilling and fighting him with pleas, would cause his downfall into blinding whiteness; Potter would come after him, his face in anguish and his body arching upwards, fitting against the wiry body above him.
His prick softening, he would slide easily from the boy, but not for the last time. Potter would be back for detention again, his Gryffindor pride not permitting him to go and seek the Headmasters help.
Yes. This is what Snape thought about day and night -- and now.
A smile contorted his face, the Potter-boy gazing up at him, his emerald eyes filling with confusion; the world was about to stop and normalcy was going to go down the drain.
Snape\'s black eyes glittered, and his world took another turn into the shrouding darkness.
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Next Part to be posted within a few days :)
If he stopped now, the truth would never escape his pursed lips; the boy would continue to scrub the floor, his pert arse in the air, his fingers diligently caressing the rag, his face worn in concentration. If he stopped now, the world would continue like normal.
But he did not stop.
His legs swiftly brought him to the boys side, a sneer plastered on his face. He hated what the Potter-boy did to his calloused being; his trousers were tight, his prick straining against the cloth; he longed to release it and watch the horror pass across the boys face -- oh the supremacy.
Potter would look shocked and back away into the corner with his little wand pointing at his bad, bad professor. His voice would tremble in fear and Snape would marvel in the pride the boy shed so quickly to escape his fate.
Snape would not let the trembling boy escape; he would push him against the wall, snarling and sneering, telling the brat how much he hated him -- how much his prick would love to dig into his arse. Potter would cry out NO! and Snape\'s cock would get harder, the fear of a shaking boy turning his crank.
Sour milk fingers would tare the boys cloak off, then his ugly Weasley jumper and his baggy trousers too -- Snape wished Potter\'s trousers were tighter -- he wanted the boys arse framed in tight jeans, leaving nothing to the imagination for a pervert such as himself.
Bare and trembling, Snape would spread his pupils creamy thighs apart and hungrily gaze upon the meal before him; his tongue would plunder the mouth beneath him, the boy shouting for him to stop, his mouth not pliant and willing. His pale hands would fondle the boys balls and then finger his tight hole, cries dulled by his feasting mouth.
He would not care if the boy was prepared; his first time would hurt and haunt him, the pain extraordinaire.
His prick would infiltrate the young supple body laid before him, and he would claim the boy inside and out with teeth marks and purple bruises.
Potter would sob, tears caressing his face, his nose wet, his cock hardening against his free will -- Snape would fist the small prick, humiliating the boy for his carnal reactions.
Delight would take hold of the greasy Potions Master as he plundered the boy, his thrusts hard and his prick aching for release. The boy still unwilling and fighting him with pleas, would cause his downfall into blinding whiteness; Potter would come after him, his face in anguish and his body arching upwards, fitting against the wiry body above him.
His prick softening, he would slide easily from the boy, but not for the last time. Potter would be back for detention again, his Gryffindor pride not permitting him to go and seek the Headmasters help.
Yes. This is what Snape thought about day and night -- and now.
A smile contorted his face, the Potter-boy gazing up at him, his emerald eyes filling with confusion; the world was about to stop and normalcy was going to go down the drain.
Snape\'s black eyes glittered, and his world took another turn into the shrouding darkness.
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Next Part to be posted within a few days :)