ootP Drabbles

“Potter, do you even remember where you are right now?” Snape asked icily.

Harry gazed up at him with lust-glazed eyes. His shirt and robes were parted, revealing his heaving chest; his pants were unbuttoned and bulged obscenely. He was spread across his professors’ desk in the most delectable way. His cherry red, kiss-swollen lips finished the picture.

*“I thought not,” said Snape, watching him closely. “You let me get in too far. You lost control.* Could you tell me ‘no’ now, Potter? Could you make me stop?” He purred, his mouth brushing over Harry’s.

Harry tried to pull his thoughts together, but his mind was so clouded. All that registered were Snapes hands, his body and his mouth. However, he could hear him talking, knew he was insulting him.

“You can’t, can you? You want me to fuck you into my desk. Fuck you so hard you’ll leave an impression in the wood.”

Yes, Harry did want that. He wanted Snape to fuck him, but something told him it was a test. He had to stop him.

“You’re so pathetic Potter. Just one touch and you are mi—“

Snape opened his eyes a few minutes later and found himself lying in a pile of rubble. He’d apparently hit the wall very hard.

“Fuck you professor.” Harry snarled, shoving his still hard cock into his pants and storming from the room.

Snape watched Harry leave with pride. He had finally learned not to be manipulated, maybe now he really was worth bedding.