Parts Will Form A Whole

Whole

I had been caught. It really was rather stupid to beg out of class a few minutes early but I honestly couldn’t take it any more. Between his voice and his stare it was difficult to think, never mind actually work on something semi-volatile. He had put me in quite a state and with only eight of us in the advanced class, not to mention hours away from graduation, I was more on my toes than anything else had ever managed. So I begged out… and he let me go.

Perhaps that had been my first mistake, telling myself that his leniency was a blessing when in fact it was simply an excuse. And excuse to find me afterward. An excuse to go looking; “Excuse me, Headmaster have you seen Mr. Potter? He left class early claiming slight illness.” Yes, it had all been a scam, really, and now I was paying for it. Wanking in the bathroom; come on!

He had walked right in on it too, right through the silencing charm and nearly on top of me half naked with his name on my lips, cock in my hand, panting. The fact that he stood before me now didn’t really diminish my problem any. He was the source of it after all. If he had any doubt before it was certainly wiped clean. I bit my lip and flitted my eyes across his very still figure, hand still caught like a deer in the headlights on my cock. Surely I was an expert on this man, now, I could read him like a book.

His hands first were utterly still crossed over his chest and loosely held. There was no tension, no angle, not even a tremor. Nothing at all. No matter, daring to move my attention up I encountered his mouth where no sound was erupting at present but nor was there a thin line of annoyance. Again, nothing at all.

After a visible hesitation I moved my eyes daringly upward the final three inches and met a smoldering black stare so intense I nearly whimpered. My throat worked over the sound but nothing came out. He was simply standing there, looking at me with such a need and desire that, now that I faced it, I really had no idea what I should do.

Magic tingled over my bare skin making hairs stand up everywhere. He was casting wordless spells, but to what end? Was he going to bind me? Clothe me? Give me a detention with Filch and report me to the headmaster? Or was he going to ravish me right here with lips and tongue and eyes and voice wrapped up in one package so impossible to bottle? Would he crouch right here and take my cock in his mouth? Swallow me whole while I held on for dear life? Would he-

“Are you going to finish?”

… what? I could only blink and work my mouth like a fish while my train of thought was forcibly derailed and repositioned. Finish?

“Or do you need assistance?”

That tone of voice really should be outlawed for flagrant indecency. I did whimper this time and that seemed to break the spell over me. I stared into his eyes like being sucked into the abyss while my hand took up its motion on my cock. I arched my back unconsciously yearning for something more while my eyes fluttered and I panted for breath I couldn’t get. When I refocused he was closer, I hadn’t seen him move, and his eyes were focused so intently on my lap I thought I would burst into flame by the force of his will alone.

Such pressure as I could never imagine boiled under my skin and in my blood, pooling and collecting, just waiting to be released. He had taken another step and slowly reached out to me. My head whipped back to impact with the tile wall but I didn’t feel a thing, his eyes were on mine again and so long as they stayed right there he could do whatever the hell he wanted. His hands came to rest on either side of my head, bracing against the tile. Before he could do anything I reached my peak. My eyes rolled back and I heard a sound like a cry of some kind amid a wash of pleasure where I couldn’t find up.

My gasping breathes were interrupted when he collided with me. His entire body pressed against mine, drawing me up on the wall and forcing me to feel the state he was in while he fed on my mouth in a kiss like a starved man. It wasn’t leisurely or gentle it was a mighty conquer of new and unexplored territory, a vanquishing of the dark and a triumph of the sensual. Only when air became a dire necessity did he move to my jaw, my neck, my collar where my shirt interrupted his quest. It was gone between this moment and the next. He moved lower, across my chest to latch only a nipple and suck.

With a cry I threaded my hands in his hair, long and like silk, to keep him there. One of his hands ran down my side to cup my renewed erection and suddenly I couldn’t decide between the two sensations. He chose for me, bracing me against the wall with one hand on my hip and one hand square on my chest while his head dipped lower and his mouth opened, oh god I was going to die if he put that wet cavern over me, swallowed me down and –

The door opened.

Oh god, oh god, oh god. The bathroom door creaked open half an inch more and the sounds of the castle flooded the echoing space. My heart hammered relentlessly against my chest and I was strung so taught I might’ve snapped if his hands hadn’t been keeping me pinned, still, to the wall. With more suggestion in the movement than should be strictly legal he wormed up my body to whisper in my ear with a wet tongue and a voice made of sin.

“They can’t see us… just be silent.”

Couldn’t see us? Ok… ok, I could do this. All we had to do was wait patiently until whoever it was went away. The door opened all the way and none other than Malfoy strode into the room as though he owned the place. Great. Just great. The blonde didn’t seem to notice anything amiss, though and just as long as we said silent I could make it thr- HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!!!

I tried my best to strangle a triumphant shout of bliss when he swallowed me to the hilt and sucked. It didn’t quite work but I was a little too distracted to notice whether or not Malfoy had heard. He sucked again and undulated that wicked tongue along the vein on the bottom but whatever noise I made was silenced by his steel velvet hand around my mouth and pressing me into the wall. The other hand fingered one of my nipples while he held my hips against the wall with his chest on my legs. It was a good thing, too, because after a weak thrust into that delicious cavern my knees gave and I tumbled over the edge of sensuality into ecstasy.

My body rocked with the lingering shocks. He released me from his steel hold and I slid down the wall only to be caught in his arms as I straddled his legs, limp. He kissed me and though I couldn’t focus on much I did my best to kiss back, tasting him and myself on his tongue. The sensation was intoxicating; I couldn’t get enough of his kiss. I was drunk enough not to notice when we were alone again but soon enough he was shifting under me and I heard cloth moving. My clothes, his clothes, my clothes again, it was only moments before we were skin to glorious skin and he was holding me again.

I rest my head on his shoulder and let his hands work magic over my back. Correction, over my ass. A nonverbal spell slicked his fingers and he pierced me with one while I moaned incoherently over his shoulder. I was too blissfully sated to tense, never mind protest. It wasn’t long before he had two fingers in and my erection was returning for a third, if weak, go around. At the third finger I was hard and my head was clearing what with the lack of fog provided by all the blood returning to my head.

I dragged my hands over his thin waist to his lap where his generous arousal was pressed heatedly into my stomach. He didn’t give me time to do much more than get a vague sense of heat before my back was on the wall again and he was in position. He rocked his hips and breached me while our tongues tangled. I moaned, he rocked again, thrusting half-heartedly. His hot strength pushed me against the cool tiles as he rocked a third time. “Yessss….” My voice came out more like a hiss than a word but he seemed to understand.

My mouth was pinned with his while he rocked back then forward, hard enough to thump me against the wall. I braced for the second hit and turned to butter mid-way through. He had found my prostrate. Stars swam in triangles while I clung to his heated body, delirious. The world turned to heat, sweat, and movement. Stroke after stroke into the wall and further out of reality.

My third crest of irrepressible glory ripped through me like a tangible beast even while Severus rocked into me a final time for his own. It was a little much, even for an eighteen-year old and while I hadn’t lost all sense of consciousness as I lay cradled in his arms, still filled to the brim, I certainly wasn’t going to be of any use to anyone for a while.

We sat together, braced against the tile (I wouldn’t ever be able to use this bathroom again, I was sure) for goodness knows how long. Eventually, wrapped in his warmth, I gave in to sleep.

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AN: TBC...