Sex Therapy

“Well Mr. Malfoy you assured me there were four more days, now tell me what happened?” Professor Snape asked dryly the following evening.


“So… um, obviously doing it in the classroom was my first mistake…” I said and I took a deep breath only just daring to believe that my cock was hard again already.


Day Two

I fidgeted all throughout potions. When I opened my eyes I saw Potter pressed up against the desk filling him self to the breaking point with my toy.

I blinked, afraid I was losing my mind, and them it was only Professor Snape droning on dully.

One more look and Potter’s naked god-like form leaned tauntingly against the desk. His arms were crossed but for the disgusting toy he held to his pouty lips. His mouth parted and he enveloped it. So deep inside… he had learned to suppress his gag reflex.

But then I blinked again and Professor Snape was back holding up old shoddy cauldrons that needed to be disposed of.

My sight was hardly the only sense playing tricks on me. My sense of touch was also hyperactive. I could feel the sensation of his taut bottom on my rock hard cock grinding so eagerly. I could feel his green eyes boring into me; overly dilated with filthy desire. I could feel his hot breath against my lips. I could smell him, I could taste him with sensations that felt so real I caught myself gasping out loud.

Pansy glanced in my direction but I kept my cloudy colored eyes focused on teacher. I did not dare scan the room for Potter because I was so close to the edge I fretted that I may do something embarrassing; like stroking it during class…

My ears were still by far the most sensitive. Harry’s phantom screaming voice made me dizzy with lust. His gasping, which not even twenty four hours ago I’d heard oh so vividly, was driving me wild.

What made it worse was that my ears were so attuned to him, I even heard him whispering right now. He spoke of his lustful feelings (for Snape) to his friends. This just made the echo that much more powerful.

I had to get him out of this overwhelmingly hot room. I had to get him naked, get him wet, get him on his knees, get him fucked.

I swallowed hard and struggled again with the unyielding urge to touch. It was all I did after I left him the previous night. I was surprised my cock was again standing so rigidly.

Every dream I had last night was wet. I awoke sweating and touching, and I had no choice but to change my sheets this morning.

I raised my hand feeling like I’d go crazy if I remained in this prison any longer. “Yes Mr. Malfoy?” Professor Snape purred.

“I need to go to the bathroom,” I said trying my hardest and failing to keep the desperate note out of my voice.

“You don’t look well Draco. Is everything alright?” the professor raised his eyebrows concerned.

“I’m feeling a little hot is all… I just need some air,” I said honestly.

“Are you sure you don’t need someone to escort you to the infirmary?” he asked.

Damn, either I looked really bad or he was fucking with me.

Potter.

I chanced a glance in his direction. His willful green eyes were looking over at me. His face held a smirk because he had picked up on my double entendre. Potter could escort me, was that a chance I was willing to take. I would upset the flow of everything if I requested this. But addiction knows no rules. It hardly knows right from wrong. Class was almost done so it was worth a shot.

“Actually…” my quiet airy voice was foreign to my ears, “If Potter could carry my things…” I said in my best ‘spoiled child’ voice hoping everyone would believe I was trying to berate Potter as opposed to getting him out and alone.

It worked beautifully. His friends scowled at me and he rolled his stunning eyes very aware of what I was doing.

“Very well than Potter,” Snape hissed, “Pick up Mr. Malfoy’s things and take him to the infirmary.”

Harry glanced for a longing second at Snape, before he stood up poised so elegantly. He begrudgingly grabbed my books and walked past me towards the door. I watched him walk.

What choice did I have?

My eyes followed him hungrily before my body did.

Once outside in the hallway he turned to me, eyes bright, lips pursed, he thrust my books into my hands. “You had better be sick Malfoy,” he sneered.

“So sick,” I teased gesturing towards my swollen member. He looked down at me and then he licked his lips subconsciously. This was new. I hadn’t seen him do that before. I was almost sure that pre cum was dripping thickly down my tormented cock. “Lick them again Potter,” I gasped on the edge.

“What?!” he asked defensively, appearing scandalized.

“Your lips… lick them again… slowly…” I pleaded.

He looked torn between the urge to hit me and his waking desire to tease. “We can’t do it here Malfoy…” he gave his hidden needs away in that statement. “You’re ready to ‘do it’ already Potter?” I smirked hardly surprised. Like me, the little tramp was always horny.

“Shut it, Malfoy” he glared and walked down the hallway knowing I would follow that lively bottom off of a cliff if he led me there. When we got to our destination (an abandoned girl’s bathroom on the third floor) he turned to face me.

“Sicko,” he whispered pressing his full lips against mine. His tongue slipped wetly into my mouth. I felt it sliding hotly, pressed against my own. His saliva was mingling with mine wet and sticky. He tasted like heaven; he tasted like my most horrible sin. He was so good with his mouth.


His slight, heated body was pressed against mine. I could feel the pool of his lust growing in size between his legs. I bit his lip anxiously drawing blood. I expected him to hit me but he just drew in a deep breath against my mouth and continued. I almost melted.

The bathroom floor was soaked with water (probably the reason it was rarely ever used) but he got to his knees anyway. He unzipped my pants entirely unprovoked. He loved to have things touching, teasing, thrusting inside of his mouth; the pervert. “If I do it to you will you do it for me?” he asked anxiously looking up at me.

God did he not realize I’d say anything, do anything for him if he kept looking up at me with those bright green eyes through those long black eyelashes. I almost triggered right there just from the sheer depravity of the scene in front of me. “I’ll do anything you want me to do Potter,” I said my voice scorching hot with lust.

He gripped my member in his already shaking hands. I knew at that moment, as my body jerked unnaturally, that this would not take long. I couldn’t resist the urge to run my long pale fingers through his dark, untidy locks of silky hair. “Can you look at me?” I asked him gently as he parted his lips to indulge in my wickedly sweet sin. His pretty eyes had dilated in that familiar sex face he wore so perfectly.

I watched him stick out his pink tongue and he licked the tip of my member playfully. I gasped, I couldn’t help myself. He licked up from the base to the tip slowly. Painfully slow. His breathing was deep and controlled. Then all of a sudden without the slightest warning he swallowed me. This time I was the one who couldn’t keep eye contact. I squeezed my eyes shut groaning loudly as he worked his tongue over me.

So fucking good with his mouth.

He deep throated me, suppressing the gag reflex (like I knew he could) to take me in balls and all.

In again and out again and again and again… I thought I would surely die as I’d never felt pleasure so excruciatingly intense. I had my hands all over his soft hair moaning uncontrollably. Saliva was dripping from my cock dripping from his lips. He was so messy.

In only minutes I was at the gate of orgasm and my very soul drained from my cock into his greedy mouth. He drank it all up searching with his tongue for more.

He was exceedingly horny now, he bit his swollen red lips waiting impatiently for me. His hair… Shit his hair. What the hell did I do to his hair to make it enhance his beauty just that much more? It was so messy… so sexed up. God I needed him naked first. I grabbed him by the tie and he stood up in front of me. He was all wet from kneeling on the water drenched bathroom floor. He searched for my lips but I denied him access finding just a small semblance of control between constant hard-ons.

I undid his gold and crimson tie and began unbuttoning his white shirt. I let these items fall to the wet floor below. His nipples waited eagerly for me but if I did that now we would never leave this room. I noticed purple bruises on his slender waist in the shape of my fingers. I ran my fingernails over them and it sent a violent shiver through his body. He choked out an expletive and I felt myself ready all over again.

I traced my tongue down his bare chest and he held his breath exposing his hard lean muscles. I tasted each eager nipple before sucking gently on his belly button. He giggled at that and the sound was so unexpected I looked up at him.

“It feels funny,” he said, and I was sorry I let him speak because his voice was so stained with sex that I was now as hard as I was before he’d drained me.

I unzipped his pants and my cold, wet hands grabbed at his hard cock. He cried out. Oh my god don’t make that sound yet! With my infinitely less talented mouth I began playing with him.

I realized soon it hardly mattered that I was less skilled in this area, because he was screaming all the same tormenting my sensitive ears. I grabbed at his round ass. He was so shaky and unsteady that his back was sliding down the wall as his knees gave way beneath him. He used my head for support. He pulled at my blonde hair, but he was succumbing so fluidly into me.

I slid two wet fingers inside of him and that nearly sent him over the edge. He was thrusting so roughly into my mouth I feared I’d be found in the bathroom dead from asphyxiation. My fingers searched his moist hole while he sunk closer to the floor begging for release.

Finally he spilled his sticky, sweet seed into the cavernous space of my mouth. I sucked him dry licking up every tender drop. He was breathing so roughly still. He moved my hands away from his bottom and he got to his knees in front of me. Now he was allowed to press his wet lips against mine. I tasted myself on his tongue mixed with the taste of his messy cum. His bare chest heaved against my own, his green eyes glittered, his body shivered.

My body, my mind, my soul, burned frantically for him again.

It was alarming how fast I was losing myself to this addiction.

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“So on the third day…” I began when Snape held up a hand to silence me. His sallow skinned cheeks held just the smallest tinge of color.

“Mr. Malfoy… it’s getting late… how about you come back tomorrow night,” he said taking a deep dragging breath.

“Er… of course sir,” I said unable to mask the breathy tone my voice took on.

“Close the door on your way out,” he said quietly.

“Okay,” I nodded smiling inwardly to myself.

I stood up slowly and walked out of the classroom.

In the hallway I found my rotten companion with his hands down his pants he was breathing erratically. I grabbed both of his hands and brought them into plain view. “Not here Potter… I have plans for you…” I whispered.

He glanced desperately at the now closed office door of Professor Severus Snape and then he followed me down the hallway.

“You have a gift for storytelling Malfoy,” he moaned breathlessly, “I think he wants it… I think he’s ready…”

“Relax, Potter” I purred, “he’s hooked, we can take our time and he’ll be puddy in your dirty little hands.”