Sex Therapy

Snape’s office became our naughty playground.

Potter sat on my lap facing the professor who was seated at his desk in front of us. Snape watched as I gave in to my disease. My hands shook with memories, and echoes, of the sinful past merging with the forbidden present.

Potter rode me slowly. He was teasing for Snape’s benefit. He was so ’hot for teacher’ the feel of his body was burning deliciously against mine. My soft porcelain skin meshed delicately with his golden. Snape sat back in his seat breathing deeply as he strummed his anxious fingers against the armrest of his leather seat. The air in the room had me dizzy because all I could feel was Harry, all I could smell was Harry, all I could hear was Harry.

I caught a glimpse of Snape’s eyes. They were shining watching Harry work on me. “You’re such a little devil,” I hissed.

“Hmm?” Potter feigned innocence. He stood up languidly. My head began pounding when the weight of him was removed from my lap. I licked my already moist lips. “Professor,” his voice leaked with his overwhelming sexuality. He ran a hand through his hair moving some of the stray strands from his eyes.

“Potter?” Snape barely choked out the word to the blossoming sex god in front of him.

“Can I have a kiss? Draco says I’m really good with my mouth…”

I was ready to bite into my fist. The hair all over my body stood on edge.

Snape gasped sharply.

“Sometimes during class…” Harry continued when Snape couldn’t respond, “I close my eyes and listen to the sound of your voice… and I touch…”

Snape gripped the armrests on both sides of his chair. I watched from behind, while the demon child ran his own skillful hands over his fully erect cock.

“Don’t close your eyes Potter…” I hissed, knowing instinctively that he would have shut them, “Keep your pretty eyes open…keep them on him…”

Snape glared at me.

“When I lie in bed at night I touch myself… for you… is that too much?” Potter continued. He was rubbing himself so desperately now his orgasm had to be moments away. My leg shook uncontrollably. Snape’s fingers had turned white hot as he gripped the seat. He had the self control of a saint.


Harry groaned. “Draco, calm him down…” the potions master snapped uneasily.

I stood up and walked behind Harry helping him caress his hardened member. I watched Snape while I bit into the olive toned skin of Harry’s shoulder.

“I can touch my toes Professor…” Harry gasped. Snape raised his eyebrows sharply.

“Enough Potter,” I grinned, grabbing him by the waist and pushing myself inside of him.

After a moment he grabbed my hand and led me to the desk in front of Snape. He climbed on top and rested up on his elbows.

“I’m ready…” he said gazing into my eyes. I looked at Snape who sat rigidly against the back of his chair.

I wondered why he was having trouble letting himself go.

Maybe we were just a bit too perverted for his taste…

I climbed on top of the waiting boy and positioned myself in between his legs. He went wild underneath me squirming and gasping. It was a performance that should’ve earned him some kind of award. He showed off every talent I’d given him and some he’d developed on his own. After he came, I did, and two minutes later… I kid you not… I was getting hard again.

Harry now focused his attention on Snape. “Have you analyzed the situation professor?” Potter asked smirking. Snape gave a stiff nod. The boy stood doe eyed in front of our professor who, during our performance, ran his hands impatiently over his hard cock.

Potter straddled the man planting his weight against Snape’s member. He began grinding creating this offbeat, immoral rhythm to drum up some friction. Like I said, just two minutes and I was nearly rock hard again. Snape said nothing; he held his breath, watching the whole time.

I walked behind the armchair; as much as I was intrigued by Snape’s reactions, I was much more eager to watch Harry. I leaned over Snape’s shoulder and kissed the pretty boy’s waiting lips all the while I ran my fingers through Snape’s thick black hair.

“It’s so big Severus…” Potter whispered in his professor ear. He had been dying to call him that, it’s what he screamed in all his fantasies. I licked my lips greedily peeking down at Snape’s big talent. Snape put his hands around Potter’s waist.

“Damn Potter, I thought he was hallucinating when he described your little body…” Snape purred anxiously. Harry’s eyes flashed excitedly and he gyrated faster.

“Penetrate him…” I whispered pulling back Snape’s hair so I could nibble on his earlobe, “I promise he’s just as tight as I said…”

“Draco… you are absolutely rotten…teasing… like that…” Snape hissed running his fingers through Potter’s messy hair.

Potter caught Snape’s lips now. I could see him working his capable mouth, and thrusting that tongue in and out. Snape moaned deeply I felt his body vibrate against my fingers. I began to nibble on his soft creamy neck. Potter was working hard still grinding his perky bottom in the midst of the kiss.

“Shit--- I mean--- shit,” Snape gasped once he was free. Harry was grinning.

“Isn’t he gifted?” I teased.

“I can do more with my mouth…” Harry said slyly.

Snape nodded, “So I’ve been told Potter…”

Harry got up excitedly and got onto his hands and knees in front of the man. He ran his fingers slowly over Snape’s desperately hard cock. “I don’t bite,” Potter whispered as Professor Snape appeared more than a little bit uncomfortable, “That’s Draco’s thing…”

I reached my hands down to undo some of the buttons on his black shirt. The pastel skin was more appealing than I had ever imagined. Like his face, his chest was clean shaven and soft. I ran my fingers over his firm chest.

Potter gazed up at me, eyes dilated. He was practically feverish over the length and size of this man’s cock.

“Who knew our potions master was sowell endowed?” I smirked.

Potter went to work immediately. He took that thick cock as deep as he could into his greedy mouth. His head bobbed furiously. Snape groaned squirming in his seat.

Potter was driving me crazy so I stopped tending to Snape. I got on my knees and entered Potter. He nearly choked but then he regained his composure and began grinding on my cock, with his mouth full. Snape came first, at the insistence of Harry’s dirtiest skill. I was next and I spilled again into his tight pretty hole. Finally, he came at his own desperate hand for the second time. He was panting and some of Snape’s load spilled from his messy lips.

“Can you fuck me Severus?” Potter asked licking his lips, like a little nympho.

Snape shook his head breathing hard “… tomorrow Potter… I want you both back here tomorrow.”

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Potter haphazardly pulled on his clothing pressing his smirking lips together.

“You spend too much time on your extracurricular activities… Potter… your work has been abysmal lately,” Snape said breathlessly.

“Can I earn extra credit?” he asked eagerly.

“You’re such a fucking slut…” I said.

“Language… Mr. Malfoy,” Snape’s eyes flashed.

“Of course sir,” I said amused, at the absurdity of the comment after what we’d just done.

“I apologize… you’re just a slut Potter… no fucking involved…” I rolled my eyes.

Potter grinned wickedly.

The professor scratched his head, and looked at his desk where Potter and I had fornicated. I walked towards the door grabbing my book bag.

“Mr. Malfoy,” Snape purred, “I turned back to look at him, “… don’t forget… you have one more day to tell me about.”

I grinned, Snape was quite the devilish little masochist. We had double potions tomorrow…