So Wrong, Yet So Right

Draco walked through the dungeons, feeling more lively than usual. He left Severus’ quarters early that morning, needing to get back to his own room to grab his schoolbooks for the day. He was on his way to his Charms class when he decided to stop briefly in front of the Potions’ classroom.

He peeked his head inside, spotting Severus at his desk with his head down, writing. He allowed a small smile to appear on his face before he masked it and backed out of the classroom, beginning his journey to his next class.

As he approached his class, he noticed the Golden Trio standing against the wall, talking. He thought about making a snarky comment, but decided against it and just entered the classroom. He was feeling way too happy to be frustrated with them.

He took his seat next to Goyle and started unpacking his book, quill and parchment for their lesson. He then leaned against his propped up hand, drumming his fingers on his desk with his other, as he waited for their professor to begin. Suddenly, memories of what happened last night began to play in his head.

He tried to keep the smile off his face as he thought about Severus, but knew he was failing horribly. Thankfully, Goyle was keeping quiet, although he was sure the boy could see the grin that was pathetically plastered on his face. He was shocked to be showing his emotion so publicly, but then again, he really didn’t care at the moment.

He stopped drumming his fingers and bit on his lower lip when he felt his cock twitch underneath his school robes. He took a big gulp, as he visualized his professor thrusting himself into his tight hole. He bit down harder on his lips, desperately trying to keep back from moaning. He just wanted to be back in the man’s room, feeling his warm breath on his body. He wanted his firm hands running up and down his sides, making him shiver in pleasure. He wanted to hear his low, seductive voice whisper in his ear, while teasing his nipples. He wanted those delightfully tasteful lips pressed up against his own.

He shifted in his seat as he tried to focus on the little man standing at the front of the room giving his lecture. He needed to get his cock back down, cursing himself for allowing it to get that way in class. He silently counted to ten, but it didn’t work. He then began thinking of other things, hoping something would help his current situation, but realized quickly that it was only making things worse.

He had thought about school, but that only brought around the fact that Severus worked there. He then thought of his fellow Slytherins and House, but again, Severus was the Head of their House. His father in Azkaban only led to the knowledge that he slept with his father’s best friend. Listing off ingredients to potions made him also think about him. The Dark Lord, him; Dumbledore, him; Quidditch, him; even the stupid Boy Wonder made him think of him.

He tightly closed his eyes, as his cock strained for attention. He was so close to just grabbing himself and wanking off right there in the classroom when he suddenly heard Professor Flitwick call out his name.

He jumped at the voice, hearing slight snickers from the surrounding tables. He cleared his throat, as he looked up at his professor. “Y-yes, sir?” he hesitated, noticing that a second year student was standing next to the stack of books that his professor was standing on.

“Professor Snape wants to see you right after class,” he firmly stated, nodding at the young child and dismissing her from his class.

Draco rolled his eyes when he heard his fellow peers ‘ooh’ at the thought of him being in trouble. He knew he couldn’t have been in trouble; he hadn’t fought with anyone since yesterday. He chewed on his lower lip, thinking of the possible reasons he wanted to see him. The first thought, which he seriously hoped, was that he just wanted to pound him into the mattress, missing him so much. But the other thought, the one that scared him the most, was the feeling that he was going to tell him they couldn’t continue.

He took a deep breath, trying hard to listen to his professor conclude his lecture. Thankfully, his little problem had disappeared when Flitwick called out his name and he began worrying about what Severus wanted to talk to him about. Now all he could do was wait, which made him even more nervous.

After they were dismissed from class, Draco hurriedly packed up his belongings before running down to the dungeons. When he arrived in the doorway, he noticed Severus speaking to two third years, alerting him to back out of the entryway and wait for them to finish. Once he saw the two students leave, he took a deep breath and turned, walking into his classroom.

Severus was leaning against the front of his desk, watching his favorite student walk closer to him. He noticed the boy was looking a little rattled about something and began to wonder what was wrong.

When the blond stopped walking, standing a few feet away from his desk, Severus let out a sigh and lifted his wand, casting a spell at his classroom door to shut it. He saw the boy glance toward the closed door, still looking a bit nervous. He placed his wand on his desk and crossed his arms over his chest, staring at the young boy.

“Are you okay?” he curiously asked.

Draco nodded, fearfully staring at his professor. “You…wanted to see me,” he shakily began.

Severus eyed the boy a little longer before slowly walking closer to him. He placed his hand on Draco’s pale cheek, smiling into his eyes. “Do you think you’re in trouble?” he quietly asked.

Draco shook his head and gulped, “No, sir.”

“No, sir?” Severus chuckled, releasing his hand from the blond’s cheek. “A bit formal, aren’t you?”

Draco blushed, glancing away from the older man. “What would you like me to call you then?” he whispered, waiting for the blow that he would never be able to share a bed with his professor again.

Severus smiled and touched Draco’s shoulder, seeing him turn back around. He then leaned in, giving him a chaste kiss on his lips. “Always Severus when we’re alone.”

Draco suddenly beamed, realizing what that meant. “So…so then…you want…” he couldn’t finish his statement, happiness flowing through him.

“Oh, Little Dragon,” he sighed, wrapping his arms around Draco and pulling him closer to his chest. “Was that what had you so worried?”

“Only two thoughts ran through my mind and that one kept winning out,” he confessed, wrapping his own arms around his professor.

“What was the other thought?” he asked, backing the boy away from his chest a little so he could look into his gray eyes.

Draco licked his lips and smirked. “That you wanted to pound my arse before next class,” he answered.

Severus instantly blushed at the blunt statement. He then cleared his throat, backing away from his student. “Well sorry to disappoint you, Draco,” he smirked over at him, “but your arse is going to have to wait until tonight.”

Draco crossed his arms over his chest and pouted. “So then why did you call me down here?” he asked, feeling both irritated and happy at the man’s statement.

Severus moved closer to him and gently grazed his cheek, seeing the boy close his eyes and moan at the touch. He then leaned in, gliding his tongue along Draco’s lips, waiting for him to part them.

Obligingly, Draco parted his mouth, smiling when he felt the man’s tongue slip inside, searching for contact with his own. They soon moaned into the kiss, pressing their bodies closer together.

“You left too early this morning,” Severus whispered, pushing the boy over to his desk and leaning against him, as he continued kissing him determinedly.

“I had to get my books and everything,” Draco sighed, wishing he had never left the man’s bed.

“Next time, bring them with you,” Severus smirked, moving his hands down Draco’s body and reaching the buckle on his trousers.

Draco broke their kiss, staring confusingly at the man’s hands below. “I thought you said my arse had to wait until tonight,” he lightly chuckled, looking up at Severus.

“And it will,” the man smirked, finishing unbuckling the young Slytherin’s trousers and sliding everything down below the boy’s knees.

Draco smiled at him before quickly hopping up on the edge of the desk. “Touch me, Severus,” he then said, spreading his legs wide enough for the man to see his hardened erection that was waiting to be touched.

Severus licked his lips as he knelt down in front of him, grabbing his fully erect cock in his hand. “So hard,” he commented, slowly moving his hand up and down his shaft, listening to the boy’s murmurs from said action.

“Oh, I’m gonna be late for my next class,” Draco groaned, leaning back on his elbows.

“I’m sure I can find a professor who can write you an excused tardy slip,” he smirked.

Draco smiled down at him before suddenly glancing toward the door. “Wait, don’t you have class?” he nervously asked, letting out a surprise gasp when the man moved his thumb over the head of his cock.

“Free period,” he stated, finally covering his mouth over his treasure.

Draco cried out, as he closed his eyes and leaned back on his elbows. “Fuck, that tongue,” he hissed, feeling the man’s tongue slide up and down the back of his cock.

“Tastes so good,” he commented, greedily sucking on the boy’s firmness.

“Shit, Severus,” he exclaimed. “I’m going to come.”

“Do it, Little Dragon,” Severus murmured, savoring the boy’s pre-juices. “Sweet Merlin, I love your taste.”

Severus lowered his hand to his trousers, rubbing the bulge that was begging to escape. He then closed his eyes and softly groaned, sucking the boy further inside his mouth.

Draco opened his eyes and stared down at Severus, never tiring of watching him suck him off. He then saw the man pleasuring himself and groaned loudly. The scene was too much for him and, after a few more seconds of watching the man touch himself, he came into Severus’ mouth, watching him swallow every last bit of him.

Once finished, Draco pulled Severus up toward his mouth and kissed him, tasting himself in the man’s mouth. With a satisfied moan, he jumped off the desk and pushed the man up against it, unbuckling his own trousers.

Severus didn’t say a word, watching the boy lower his kisses down his body while pulling down his trousers. He watched in amusement as the boy’s eyes widened at the realization that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

Draco stood up and pressed his lips firmly against his professor’s. “That, Severus, is definitely hot,” he smirked, again lowering his kisses down his body and closing his mouth over his throbbing erection, hearing the man groan in pleasure.

“Yes,” Severus hissed, staring up at the ceiling, while leaning harder against the desk. “Oh keep going.”

Draco continued to maneuver his mouth up and down the man’s length, wanting to please him in the same manner that he was treated. He sucked harder and moved faster, hearing the man’s breathing speed up.

“So…good,” Severus panted, feeling the young boy’s warm mouth expertly move around him, just like he had done with his fingers the night before.

After a few more minutes, Severus came into his student’s mouth, seeing him lap up his juices and relish in the taste.

Giving one last lick on his professor’s now very sensitive cock, Draco moved himself up toward Severus’ mouth, allowing the man to taste his own seed that still lingered on his lips.

“So good,” Draco smiled, backing away a few seconds later.

Severus closed his eyes and took a deep breath, smiling in the moment. He then opened his eyes and focused them on the young Slytherin, shaking his head in complete awe. “So when are you coming tonight?” he asked, grabbing his quill to write Draco’s excused tardy slip.

Draco chuckled, hurriedly buckling his trousers up. He then leaned into his professor, giving him a long, heated kiss. He let out a sigh a few minutes later and reluctantly pulled away, grabbing his bag off the floor and throwing it over his shoulder. “Depends on when you fuck me,” he finally answered with a smirk, leaving the man’s classroom and heading toward his next class, excused slip in hand.