Sex Therapy

I struggled to undo Harry’s belt buckle. “I fucking need you,” I whispered in his ear. His breathing was light but labored.

“Malfoy…” he said airily, “He could walk in at any second…”

“That’s why I have to hurry up and get inside of you,” I said huskily.

I unzipped his pants and slid my cold fingers down over his heated member. He shuddered. “Malfoy… stop it…” he teased knowing full well he hardly wanted me to stop it.

“Get on his desk…” I hissed. He ran his hand over my erection.


“You’re always hard…” he whispered softly, leaving my immediate vicinity. He walked his taut body (Damn…. and what a body) over to Snape’s desk. He sat with his legs dangling over the edge and his arms supporting the weight of his upper body. He gazed up at me enticingly.

“We just fucked like 20 minutes ago…” he rolled his eyes, “In fact, I can still feel you dripping out of me…” he squirmed.

“So?” I shrugged.

“So…” he took a deep breath.

“Well I am in therapy, Potter. I’m suffering from a very serious addiction.”

“You’re insatiable…” he said raising his eyebrows. His soft black hair was all messy from what we’d just done. It was making the pulsing in my cock ten times worse.

“Perhaps but I blame it all on you…” I said softly.

“No surprise there,” he snapped.

“Well then at least tell me what you want to do with Professor Snape when he gets here…” I said. His eyes burned into mine now and he looked down at the ground.

“Who’s insatiable now?” I smirked. I cornered him on the desk. He put one knee in between my legs, grinding slowly.

“You’re teasing me,” I hissed kissing his neck.

“Mm hmm” he moaned letting his head roll back to expose more of his tender flesh.

“Mr. Malfoy,” Snape’s controlled voice rang out and made me jump. I backed away from my indulgence and turned to stare at him.

“Sorry sir… I-” I started.

“Get off of my desk Potter,” he interrupted me in the same waspish voice from last night. Harry reluctantly jumped off of the desk. “Have a seat both of you….” Snape said in an unwavering façade of calm.

“Anywhere?” Harry asked suggestively.

“I’ve always known you were dense Potter, but I’m positive you are aware of the extra seat I have provided for you…” Snape snapped.

Potter walked over and slumped down in the seat next to me. I could see in his eyes how horny he was. It was overwhelming.

“Mr. Malfoy I believe there was another day you neglected to tell me about…” he said calmly and I noticed his brief glance at Potter before his eyes returned to mine.

I blinked, “Um… well okay… there is…”


If Snape wanted to delay his own gratification far be it from me to stop him. But, in my case…I just knew it would be excruciatingly difficult to retell it, with the boy of my fantastic memories seated anxious right next to me.


Day Four

I landed next to him on the quidditch pitch. He had just escaped from his teammates who were praising him for catching the snitch and winning the game for Gryffindor. They now headed to the locker rooms for a quick shower.

Potter held it up to me tauntingly. “We won!” he gloated.

I pursed my lips defiantly and looked him up and down. His cheeks and lips were flushed red from the cold and his breath was visible as he respired excitedly.

“True… I guess my mind was somewhere else…” I drawled lazily. Truth was I was hardly concerned about quidditch.

“On the ground? In the gutter?” he asked smirking and he reached out and grabbed the handle of my black, polished Nimbus 2001. He stroked it slowly gazing into my eyes. The pitch was nearly empty.

“Careful Potter… if you get it too excited it may have no choice but to penetrate you…”

He let go and a light breeze blew his windswept hair into his eyes. “You’ll lose every time if you don’t even try to look for the snitch,” he teased.

“Fuck the Snitch Potter, there are things far more glorious than victory,” I ran a shivering hand through his silky hair.

“I gotta shower Malfoy, I have soo much homework I can’t do it tonight…” he whined.

“Did you say something about showering?” I raised my eyebrows.

We walked into the locker rooms. Everybody was rushing to dress so they could get inside to the warmth of the castle. Harry’s teammates cheered him again as he walked into the room. On the side of the opposing team the whole room was cleared out as everybody had forgone showering and just retired to their rooms bitterly.

But how could I be bitter? How could I think I had lost? I had realized quidditch was the least important game I was playing with him.

“Quick Malfoy…” he said softly, pulling off his quidditch uniform.

“Now he’s all studious…” I rolled my eyes. He stuck out his pink, tongue and turned on the faucet.

His friend poked his head curiously into the unoccupied side of the locker room where we stood, “Er… Harry why are you showering over here?” the boy asked.

“They’re all full over there and I need to get done fast,” Harry bull shitted.

“Oh, you want me to wait?” the friend asked. He was too annoying.

“Potter is a big boy Weasley he can make it up to the castle by himself…” I spat.

“No one asked you Malfoy,” the redhead snapped.

“Ron go, I’ll be up in a second…” Harry said.

“And so will I…” I said softly. Harry coughed and the redhead glared at me.

“No one cares when you’ll be up Malfoy,” he spat, I chanced a smirk in Potter’s direction. “In fact,” Weasley continued icily, “I’d love for you stay down here till the water gets cold.”

“Maybe I will…” I drawled. The room was filling with steam and Potter was glowing in all the perfect places. I wanted Weasley OUT.

“I’ll hex him for you Ron,” Potter said gently.

“Good,” the idiot boy spat and with one last hard glare at me he left.

I stood up removing the last item of clothing I wore. “Hex me Potter,” I taunted.

He smirked and walked under the faucet to let the water spill all over his naked body.

Now I have to admit, I have no clue who Adonis is, or what he looked like; but everyone who claims that this man’s body is the ultimate prototype for perfection, has never had the privilege of seeing what I was seeing now…

Harry’s unruly, black hair fell wet; thickly framing his flushed face. His long black eyelashes clumped together so that they appeared fuller; enhancing the vividness of his wide, green eyes. I noticed his slender waist did not hinder the droplets of decadent water, rolling down to the cleft of his firm ass. I ran my tongue over my teeth anxious, as they dripped between the cheeks into the sweet pit inside. I shuddered just remembering how I’d tasted all the saccharine goodness the previous night. His lean powerful thighs parted slightly to reveal his filthy desire. He was hard for me again… the slut.

“You make me sick,” I approached him, unable to stand it any longer.

“You like to watch me…” he teased pouting his full lips, “You know… you could watch me with another boy… if you want…” he said. His eyes were shimmering and he traced his finger down my bare chest to my belly button.

“You make me so fucking sick…” I said again, purposely ignoring his previous comment. I pressed my bare body against his and captured his lips. I kissed him deeply, drawing out his rotten essence, like poison from a wound. Unadulterated lust pumped through my veins, from the tips of my toes to the tips of my fingernails.

The water was so hot that his skin was stained crimson in many beautiful places. I walked him towards the wall and pinned him against it.

“Hurry Malfoy…” he said heatedly. I ran my length against the cleft of his bottom. He started grinding impatiently, which sent me into a frenzy. I pushed inside of his virgin hole while letting my fingers massage his sensitive scalp.

“I want to suck… on something…” the orally depraved boy hissed. “It’ll keep me quiet Draco, I promise,” his voice was already becoming more urgent.

“You want my fingers?” I asked pushing inside of him again. I wondered if any Gryffindor stragglers heard their golden boy moaning wickedly on the other side of the boy’s locker room.

“Yea…” he sighed contented for just a moment and then….

“Draco!!” he whined, “My nipples hurt…” he was sounding more and more perverted.

“I know Harry… it was cold out there,” I gasped putting two fingers to his lips.

“Make them feel better?!” he cried out, his voice now utterly contaminated with lust.

“I will,” I continued to split him frantically. He sucked my fingers as hard as he could to keep from screaming out loud… though he still moaned sensually from deep inside.

**************

“Malfoy,” Harry’s sugary sweet sex voice interrupted my tale. He was breathing hard. He had his hands dangerously close to his hard cock. “I can’t—I can’t hear it anymore…”

My heart pounded against my ears. I needed to fuck him now or I was certain he would explode, if I didn’t first. I dragged my eyes away from his fully dilated ones and looked at Snape. He was holding his breath motionless. He watched Potter and he let out a sharp gasp of air.

“Sir… I… think… I’m… going…to…lose… control…” I said slowly putting emphasis on every single word.

“Draco…” Harry whined biting hard on his lip. He was so ready and it hurt that I wasn’t bending him over already.

“How flexible are you Potter?” came the professor’s deep husky voice.

“Huh?” Potter gazed at his beloved professor.

“Are you double jointed? How flexible are you?” Snape asked impatiently. He gazed greedily at this little whore in training. I couldn’t help but to smirk at this dirty question, finally posed by our rigid potions professor.

“Oh… fuck…” Harry cried out grinding his ass against the seat as if he were sitting on an invisible cock. “I can do* anything* you want me to professor,” he said in a tone that hurt my ears so badly I started to tremble uncontrollably.

“Mr. Malfoy…” Snape choked out in awe, like I was, at the sight of Harry’s eagerness.

“Yes, sir?” I hissed still shaking; the little control I had left dwindling.

“Indulge…” he said airily. I was giddy with desire and I gestured for Potter to come sit down on my lap.

“Are you going to help him help me P-professor?” Potter gasped, undoing his tie.

“I need to assess this situation first,” the perverted man breathed heavily, “Plus there is, after all… one… more… day…”