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Adult ++
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4
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7,278
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Sweet Dreams
Chapter 2 Sweet Dreams
He was broke.
Not only was he broke, but he owed the school a tremendous amount of galleons for the phone calls.
The phone calls to the 1-900 line that had become his addiction.
He sat in his office and stared balefully at the telephone on his desk. His normally brilliant mind darted through all of his options, turning them over and over. What was he to do?
It had seemed like a harmless lark. A few calls to a sex line to relieve the pressures of his job. He wasn’t sure when it had become something more than just that. He thought back to the first call he had made, how easy it was to fall into the role playing and the release that he had gotten from it. It wasn’t until his third or fourth call that he realized that all of his scenarios as they were being played out on the phone featured the dark hair and green eyes of one Harry Potter in his mind. He was doomed.
He had to come up with a way to pay off the bill. But what could he do? He supposed that he could brew some of the more rare potions and sell them to an apothecary in Diagon Alley, but that would mean either borrowing supplies from the school or purchasing them outright. No, that wouldn’t work. He had too much respect for Dumbledore and his position as a teacher to take from the school to get his self out of the mess he currently found himself in. He would have to find another option.
He reached into the drawer in his desk and pulled out the bottle of Tullemore Dew that he kept there and poured a generous amount into the glass on his desk. Picking up the glass he breathed in the fumes of the potent whiskey and allowed them to soothe him. Taking a swallow, he focused his mind on the matter at hand and looked for another way to get himself out of this trouble.
He leaned back in his chair and allowed his mind to go back to the first call that he had made to the 1-900 line. He replayed the questions they had asked and the soothing voice of the young man who had played out the scene with him. Suddenly he sat up, nearly spilling some of the whiskey onto his desk. That was the answer. He remembered that the young man had been *very* impressed with his voice and had offered him a job on the phone line. At the time, Severus had assumed that the young man was joking, but looking back he remembered that all of his *playmates* had remarked on his voice. One had gone so far as to tell him that if he could bottle his voice, that it would make a fortune on the sex market. He had laughed at the time but now he wondered.
He reached across the desk and dialed the number once again.
“The Masters Domain, whom do you wish to speak with?”
“I’d like to talk with Master Wolfgang. Please inform him that the Professor is on the line”.
The line clicked and buzzed as his call was transferred.
“Ah Severus, what is your pleasure today, another little scene in the dungeon with a bad student perhaps? Or can I interest you in something a little more involved. We have a new boy on the phones and he really needs a firm hand for training, perhaps you’d be interested in *breaking him in* so to speak?”
“Not today Franco, I need something much more from you today. I need a job.” There it was, he had said it without any sugar coating. “My calls to your playground have run up the phone bill at Hogwarts and I need to pay it off. You know that I don’t have that kind of money at my fingertips. Many of your *boys* have told me what a perfect voice I have and how it was a shame that I didn’t work the lines for you. Well, now you have your chance.”
“Perfect. I have the ideal client for you already. He’s called several times looking for a special touch and I’ve not been able to fill his requests, but if you work for me I think that the two of you might get along perfectly. We will need to go over details, perhaps it would be best if you came to my offices this Saturday and we could come to a satisfactory agreement then?”
Severus murmured his agreement.
“Marvelous, I will see you Saturday at noon.”
Severus hung up the phone and pulled a piece of parchment over so that he could write out some thoughts about the details of his employment that would need to be agreed upon. As he sat there writing he finished off the glass of whiskey and then prepared to go to his lonely bed. He just knew that there wasn’t going to be much sleep to be had until he met with Franco on Saturday. He slowly undressed and looked at himself in the mirror at the foot of his bed. What he saw there didn’t much surprise him. He was still sallow skinned and thin, a bit too thin perhaps. Maybe he ought to eat a little better. Not much he could do about his nose. Beaky, hooked and large, it was the result of Greek and Armenian blood in his family tree. But it suited his face, he thought. His hair had grown out again, but he hadn’t made an appointment to get it cut. He was thinking of letting it continue to grow out, perhaps long enough to braid back into a queue. He rather liked the idea. Sleekly muscled, he would never have a bulky build, but instead he resembled a long distance runner. He threw a night shirt over his head and climbed into bed, extinguishing the candles as he lay his head back.
He closed his eyes and without even trying fell into a deep sleep. The dream started immediately.
Potter was spread out on his desk in the Potion’s classroom and he was naked. His cock was hard and bouncing slightly in time with his breaths. Severus wasn’t sure which sight was more enticing, Harry panting as he stroked his cock on his desk, or watching Harry’s cock bob in time with his heavy breaths. Harry stroked his length, rolling his balls in the palm of his hand, then stroking up to the tip to gather the precum from the slit to help lubricate his hand, then back down again to his balls. It was the most terrible and carnal scene that Severus had ever seen in his classroom.
Harry moaned Sevurus’ name as he removed his hand from his cock and brought the wet fingers to his mouth to taste himself. His sharp tongue wrapped around each of his fingers, searching for each drop of moisture. When he could find nothing more on his fingers he reached back down for his cock.
“Sev,” he moaned, “I want you in my mouth, my hands, my arse, wherever I can have you. Come closer Severus; let me free your erection. I want to wrap my lips around the head and suck you in deep. Please, let me touch you.” Harry’s voice broke with need as he begged for Severus’ cock.
Severus walked towards the desk, unbuttoning his robe as he went. By the time he had reached Harry his robe was mostly undone and he had gotten 3 of the buttons of his shirt undone. Harry watched him with luminous emerald eyes. There was a promise in them that Snape could see, but what was he was being promised? Harry reached out his other hand and stroked it down Severus’ chest, running his fingers across his nipples and down to his waistband.
“You are terribly overdressed, Severus. Finish undressing NOW. I want to touch you, need to touch you, your skin, your muscle, your body. Finish undressing for me, please?”
Severus couldn’t resist the plea in Harry’s voice and quickly stripped out of his clothing. He bent over the desk and touched his lips to Harry’s gently, belying the trembling in his arms and hands. His tongue swept out along Harry’s lips asking for entrance. Harry opened his mouth and Sev dived in to Harry’s mouth, lapping along the roof of his mouth, and wrestling with Harry’s tongue. Quickly the kiss turned incredibly erotic, all open mouthed and messy. Severus groaned into Harry’s mouth and Harry moaned in response.
“Sev, get up here now. I want you in me right now.”
How could he ignore Harry’s request, especially when it was so prettily said? Severus climbed onto the desk top, settling himself between Harry’s legs. He reached between them and pressed lightly on Harry’s entrance. His finger slid in quite easily. “20 points to Gryffindor for being prepared” Severus whispered to Harry. He gently pushed a second finger in as Harry twisted and turned beneath him. He crossed then stretched the fingers, opening the ring of muscle enough to allow in a third finger. Harry was now moaning continuously as Severus thrust his fingers in and out of Harry’s arse.
“Severus….” His name came out in a long sibilant gasp. “Please, I’m ready now.”
Severus removed his fingers and positioned himself at Harry’s entrance. With a flex of his hips the head of his prick pushed past the ring of muscle. He paused for a moment for Harry to adjust to the feeling of something larger than Sev’s fingers in his ass. As he relaxed, Severus pushed in the rest of the way, sheathing his cock in Harry up to his balls. Harry let out a gasp as he was taken completely by Severus. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this Professor,” he said with a sly grin.
“Harry, don’t call me Professor while I’m buried to the hilt in your arse. Call me Severus, bitch, greasy git, I really don’t care, but don’t call me professor!” and with that he began to move in and out of Harry, angling so that when he surged back into Harry he also rubbed against his prostrate.
“Damn it Sev, move faster” Harry panted. “Fuck me into the desk, I don’t care, but move damn it!”
Severus took him at his word and grabbed Harry’s hips to hold him in place as he plowed in and out of Harry.
“Oh my Gods, Sev! I’m ready to come. Make me come Sev!” Harry screamed.
Severus jerked awake with a gasp. His heart was pounding and he was drenched with sweat as if he had ran a marathon, and his cock was harder than stone. “Damn it” he snarled. “Just when the dream was getting good too.” He got up, and stepping into the washroom, grabbed a face cloth and wiped his brow. Running cold water on the cloth, he bathed his neck, chest and finally his cock and balls, willing his erection to disappear.
This was getting out of hand. Next thing you know, he told himself. You’ll be drawing little hearts and flowers around his name on a scrap of parchment!
He was broke.
Not only was he broke, but he owed the school a tremendous amount of galleons for the phone calls.
The phone calls to the 1-900 line that had become his addiction.
He sat in his office and stared balefully at the telephone on his desk. His normally brilliant mind darted through all of his options, turning them over and over. What was he to do?
It had seemed like a harmless lark. A few calls to a sex line to relieve the pressures of his job. He wasn’t sure when it had become something more than just that. He thought back to the first call he had made, how easy it was to fall into the role playing and the release that he had gotten from it. It wasn’t until his third or fourth call that he realized that all of his scenarios as they were being played out on the phone featured the dark hair and green eyes of one Harry Potter in his mind. He was doomed.
He had to come up with a way to pay off the bill. But what could he do? He supposed that he could brew some of the more rare potions and sell them to an apothecary in Diagon Alley, but that would mean either borrowing supplies from the school or purchasing them outright. No, that wouldn’t work. He had too much respect for Dumbledore and his position as a teacher to take from the school to get his self out of the mess he currently found himself in. He would have to find another option.
He reached into the drawer in his desk and pulled out the bottle of Tullemore Dew that he kept there and poured a generous amount into the glass on his desk. Picking up the glass he breathed in the fumes of the potent whiskey and allowed them to soothe him. Taking a swallow, he focused his mind on the matter at hand and looked for another way to get himself out of this trouble.
He leaned back in his chair and allowed his mind to go back to the first call that he had made to the 1-900 line. He replayed the questions they had asked and the soothing voice of the young man who had played out the scene with him. Suddenly he sat up, nearly spilling some of the whiskey onto his desk. That was the answer. He remembered that the young man had been *very* impressed with his voice and had offered him a job on the phone line. At the time, Severus had assumed that the young man was joking, but looking back he remembered that all of his *playmates* had remarked on his voice. One had gone so far as to tell him that if he could bottle his voice, that it would make a fortune on the sex market. He had laughed at the time but now he wondered.
He reached across the desk and dialed the number once again.
“The Masters Domain, whom do you wish to speak with?”
“I’d like to talk with Master Wolfgang. Please inform him that the Professor is on the line”.
The line clicked and buzzed as his call was transferred.
“Ah Severus, what is your pleasure today, another little scene in the dungeon with a bad student perhaps? Or can I interest you in something a little more involved. We have a new boy on the phones and he really needs a firm hand for training, perhaps you’d be interested in *breaking him in* so to speak?”
“Not today Franco, I need something much more from you today. I need a job.” There it was, he had said it without any sugar coating. “My calls to your playground have run up the phone bill at Hogwarts and I need to pay it off. You know that I don’t have that kind of money at my fingertips. Many of your *boys* have told me what a perfect voice I have and how it was a shame that I didn’t work the lines for you. Well, now you have your chance.”
“Perfect. I have the ideal client for you already. He’s called several times looking for a special touch and I’ve not been able to fill his requests, but if you work for me I think that the two of you might get along perfectly. We will need to go over details, perhaps it would be best if you came to my offices this Saturday and we could come to a satisfactory agreement then?”
Severus murmured his agreement.
“Marvelous, I will see you Saturday at noon.”
Severus hung up the phone and pulled a piece of parchment over so that he could write out some thoughts about the details of his employment that would need to be agreed upon. As he sat there writing he finished off the glass of whiskey and then prepared to go to his lonely bed. He just knew that there wasn’t going to be much sleep to be had until he met with Franco on Saturday. He slowly undressed and looked at himself in the mirror at the foot of his bed. What he saw there didn’t much surprise him. He was still sallow skinned and thin, a bit too thin perhaps. Maybe he ought to eat a little better. Not much he could do about his nose. Beaky, hooked and large, it was the result of Greek and Armenian blood in his family tree. But it suited his face, he thought. His hair had grown out again, but he hadn’t made an appointment to get it cut. He was thinking of letting it continue to grow out, perhaps long enough to braid back into a queue. He rather liked the idea. Sleekly muscled, he would never have a bulky build, but instead he resembled a long distance runner. He threw a night shirt over his head and climbed into bed, extinguishing the candles as he lay his head back.
He closed his eyes and without even trying fell into a deep sleep. The dream started immediately.
Potter was spread out on his desk in the Potion’s classroom and he was naked. His cock was hard and bouncing slightly in time with his breaths. Severus wasn’t sure which sight was more enticing, Harry panting as he stroked his cock on his desk, or watching Harry’s cock bob in time with his heavy breaths. Harry stroked his length, rolling his balls in the palm of his hand, then stroking up to the tip to gather the precum from the slit to help lubricate his hand, then back down again to his balls. It was the most terrible and carnal scene that Severus had ever seen in his classroom.
Harry moaned Sevurus’ name as he removed his hand from his cock and brought the wet fingers to his mouth to taste himself. His sharp tongue wrapped around each of his fingers, searching for each drop of moisture. When he could find nothing more on his fingers he reached back down for his cock.
“Sev,” he moaned, “I want you in my mouth, my hands, my arse, wherever I can have you. Come closer Severus; let me free your erection. I want to wrap my lips around the head and suck you in deep. Please, let me touch you.” Harry’s voice broke with need as he begged for Severus’ cock.
Severus walked towards the desk, unbuttoning his robe as he went. By the time he had reached Harry his robe was mostly undone and he had gotten 3 of the buttons of his shirt undone. Harry watched him with luminous emerald eyes. There was a promise in them that Snape could see, but what was he was being promised? Harry reached out his other hand and stroked it down Severus’ chest, running his fingers across his nipples and down to his waistband.
“You are terribly overdressed, Severus. Finish undressing NOW. I want to touch you, need to touch you, your skin, your muscle, your body. Finish undressing for me, please?”
Severus couldn’t resist the plea in Harry’s voice and quickly stripped out of his clothing. He bent over the desk and touched his lips to Harry’s gently, belying the trembling in his arms and hands. His tongue swept out along Harry’s lips asking for entrance. Harry opened his mouth and Sev dived in to Harry’s mouth, lapping along the roof of his mouth, and wrestling with Harry’s tongue. Quickly the kiss turned incredibly erotic, all open mouthed and messy. Severus groaned into Harry’s mouth and Harry moaned in response.
“Sev, get up here now. I want you in me right now.”
How could he ignore Harry’s request, especially when it was so prettily said? Severus climbed onto the desk top, settling himself between Harry’s legs. He reached between them and pressed lightly on Harry’s entrance. His finger slid in quite easily. “20 points to Gryffindor for being prepared” Severus whispered to Harry. He gently pushed a second finger in as Harry twisted and turned beneath him. He crossed then stretched the fingers, opening the ring of muscle enough to allow in a third finger. Harry was now moaning continuously as Severus thrust his fingers in and out of Harry’s arse.
“Severus….” His name came out in a long sibilant gasp. “Please, I’m ready now.”
Severus removed his fingers and positioned himself at Harry’s entrance. With a flex of his hips the head of his prick pushed past the ring of muscle. He paused for a moment for Harry to adjust to the feeling of something larger than Sev’s fingers in his ass. As he relaxed, Severus pushed in the rest of the way, sheathing his cock in Harry up to his balls. Harry let out a gasp as he was taken completely by Severus. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this Professor,” he said with a sly grin.
“Harry, don’t call me Professor while I’m buried to the hilt in your arse. Call me Severus, bitch, greasy git, I really don’t care, but don’t call me professor!” and with that he began to move in and out of Harry, angling so that when he surged back into Harry he also rubbed against his prostrate.
“Damn it Sev, move faster” Harry panted. “Fuck me into the desk, I don’t care, but move damn it!”
Severus took him at his word and grabbed Harry’s hips to hold him in place as he plowed in and out of Harry.
“Oh my Gods, Sev! I’m ready to come. Make me come Sev!” Harry screamed.
Severus jerked awake with a gasp. His heart was pounding and he was drenched with sweat as if he had ran a marathon, and his cock was harder than stone. “Damn it” he snarled. “Just when the dream was getting good too.” He got up, and stepping into the washroom, grabbed a face cloth and wiped his brow. Running cold water on the cloth, he bathed his neck, chest and finally his cock and balls, willing his erection to disappear.
This was getting out of hand. Next thing you know, he told himself. You’ll be drawing little hearts and flowers around his name on a scrap of parchment!