Hogwarts & The Sex-Ed Teacher
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
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Adult +
Chapters:
12
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Voyeur
Chapter 7. Hope for the Best. Expect the worst Life is a play. We're unrehearsed --Mel Brooks
Dawn danced across the vast gardens of Hogwarts, caressing the aged stones and chasing the night away.
Despite the lack of windows in the dungeon depths of Severus’ apartment, he could sense morning. His bladder prompted him to move but the warmth of his lovers’ body begged him stay.
Bastian’s arm embraced him from behind. His lovers’ muscular body spooned against him, warm breathe upon his shoulders oddly comforting. Never a morning person Severus reflected on the previous night whilst gentle hands caressed him awake.
“Hold that thought” he purred as he slipped from the embrace albeit reluctantly, to answer a more pressing cause. Mentally cursing the cold flagstones beneath his feet he hastened to the bathroom.
The Hearth fluttered alive, Dumbledore’s twinkling floating face appeared. In his usual manner he started gurgling on … until he looked, that is “actually looked” at the scintillating sight before him. The delicious scene lit golden red by the hearth,and all logic fled.
Severus reappeared and preoccupied with more demanding purpose ignored the hearth and its occupant. There upon his own bed, for his own personal pleasures lay Bastian, black ebony against black satin, kissed golden by the flickering flames, caressing, touching moaning, erect, delighting in the pleasures of his flesh and painfully obviously needful.
Wantonly Bastian continued teasing Severus. It was a game they played of such exquisite torture such an exquisite addiction.
Bastian’s muscular body glistened with desire his swollen member bobbing and weeping with need. Severus didn’t recall moving but knelt at the end of the bed, nudging for more space between heavens legs. Slowly he lowered his head to taste the tempting morsel. Nuzzling, purring, exploring all the while to the tune of exquisite moans from his desired.
Bastian growled a deep feral sound that resonated across the room, and threw Severus onto his back, claiming his mouth and soul.
Sweet hot lips devoured his and traced the creamy contours of Severus’s neck following the graceful curve to his shoulders and enticing mews of delight from his inner incubus.
Severus his creamy hairless body covered in a glistening sheen of sexuality bucked off the bed with every loving touch, desperate, needy, and wanton. Severus cried Bastians name and lost himself to the God who shared his bed and body, as he sheathed his love.
// Yes folk Severus is a happy bottom //
Black satin sheets lay crumpled on the floor where they had slithered. Dumbledore’s hovering face watched keenly. Indeed this was better than any wizarding magazine. ** From this angle it rather looks like the centre fold from the July ’98 issue **
Severus eyes closed enjoying the ebb and flow of the after glow still didn’t notice the face in the hearth. Bastian lowered himself gently and nibbled the sensual curve of his neck. “Beloved,” he purred cloaking Severus with his golden hair “It seems we have a guest”
Dumbledore cleared his throat, and twinkling over his fogged glasses at the debauched couple, requested their attendance in his office. Almost as an after thought added “… just give me an hour to ... err ... tidy up”
Severus glared daggers at him through a scented golden curtain of his lovers’ hair, which rather diluted the general effect. Did Dumbledork just blush? or was that a trick of the lighting, and how long had that cagey closest Slytherine been there for anyway?
Dawn danced across the vast gardens of Hogwarts, caressing the aged stones and chasing the night away.
Despite the lack of windows in the dungeon depths of Severus’ apartment, he could sense morning. His bladder prompted him to move but the warmth of his lovers’ body begged him stay.
Bastian’s arm embraced him from behind. His lovers’ muscular body spooned against him, warm breathe upon his shoulders oddly comforting. Never a morning person Severus reflected on the previous night whilst gentle hands caressed him awake.
“Hold that thought” he purred as he slipped from the embrace albeit reluctantly, to answer a more pressing cause. Mentally cursing the cold flagstones beneath his feet he hastened to the bathroom.
The Hearth fluttered alive, Dumbledore’s twinkling floating face appeared. In his usual manner he started gurgling on … until he looked, that is “actually looked” at the scintillating sight before him. The delicious scene lit golden red by the hearth,and all logic fled.
Severus reappeared and preoccupied with more demanding purpose ignored the hearth and its occupant. There upon his own bed, for his own personal pleasures lay Bastian, black ebony against black satin, kissed golden by the flickering flames, caressing, touching moaning, erect, delighting in the pleasures of his flesh and painfully obviously needful.
Wantonly Bastian continued teasing Severus. It was a game they played of such exquisite torture such an exquisite addiction.
Bastian’s muscular body glistened with desire his swollen member bobbing and weeping with need. Severus didn’t recall moving but knelt at the end of the bed, nudging for more space between heavens legs. Slowly he lowered his head to taste the tempting morsel. Nuzzling, purring, exploring all the while to the tune of exquisite moans from his desired.
Bastian growled a deep feral sound that resonated across the room, and threw Severus onto his back, claiming his mouth and soul.
Sweet hot lips devoured his and traced the creamy contours of Severus’s neck following the graceful curve to his shoulders and enticing mews of delight from his inner incubus.
Severus his creamy hairless body covered in a glistening sheen of sexuality bucked off the bed with every loving touch, desperate, needy, and wanton. Severus cried Bastians name and lost himself to the God who shared his bed and body, as he sheathed his love.
// Yes folk Severus is a happy bottom //
Black satin sheets lay crumpled on the floor where they had slithered. Dumbledore’s hovering face watched keenly. Indeed this was better than any wizarding magazine. ** From this angle it rather looks like the centre fold from the July ’98 issue **
Severus eyes closed enjoying the ebb and flow of the after glow still didn’t notice the face in the hearth. Bastian lowered himself gently and nibbled the sensual curve of his neck. “Beloved,” he purred cloaking Severus with his golden hair “It seems we have a guest”
Dumbledore cleared his throat, and twinkling over his fogged glasses at the debauched couple, requested their attendance in his office. Almost as an after thought added “… just give me an hour to ... err ... tidy up”
Severus glared daggers at him through a scented golden curtain of his lovers’ hair, which rather diluted the general effect. Did Dumbledork just blush? or was that a trick of the lighting, and how long had that cagey closest Slytherine been there for anyway?