he meant to do it.
He swept down the first few steps, too angry for words, barely fazed by the satisfaction of seeing Severus Snape frozen
in shock with one hand on the door handle.
Before Severus could gather voice to protest, Albus seized him by the arm and roughly dragged him back towards the
office. The boy struggled – more perhaps, Albus dimly realised, to keep himself from tripping over the stairs than to
escape - but Albus\'s grip granted him no quarter.
\"I believe, Mister Snape,\" he ground out, tossing him like a stray cat into the office proper. \"That you requirmoremore
immediate lesson in humility. Accio!\"
From across the room the birch switch flew into his hand. He couldn\'t say how long it had sat gathering dust in the corner
along with the other artefacts of Armando Dippet\'ys ays as headmaster. He himself had never before found cause to use it
during his own time in office. But then again, never before had he been faced with a case like Severus Snape.
As if to bolster Albus\'s resolution, the boy\'s pretty mouth twisted into a sneer. \"You wouldn\'t dare, old man.\"
\"Wouldn\'t I?\" Albus asked, battling the urge to wipe that smugness from Severus\'s face, whether with his mouth or the
flat of his hand. \"You may only have three months remaining to your time at Hogwarts, Mister Snape, but believe me when
I tell you that it is entirely at my discretion whether you depart with or without your diploma.\"
He saw the spark of fear in Severus\'s widening eyes, and felt the boy go soft under his hands. Taking advantage of the
boy\'s momentary lapse, he pushed him over to the desk.
There was a tightness in his chest that refused to ease, no matter how many calming breaths he took. Severus was
curiously pliant under his touch, and Albus\'s mind raced feverishly around just how far he could allow this to go.
\"Turn around,\" he said over the lump in his throat, \"and bend over the desk.\"
Severus was still for a moment, while Albus held his breath. And then those dark eyes burned as he slowly obeyed, laying
his obscenely manicured hands along the desk\'s edge and bending forward so that his trousers stretched to unseemly
tension. The leather was too supple to be anything but dragonhide; costly, and thick enough to cushion any blow.
Albus was silent for a long moment after that thought, chasing after his wits in an attempt to regain the calm that had
eluded him since this impossible young man had stepped into his office. He ran his tongue around his suddenly dry
mouth. \"Trousers down.\"
Severus smirked back at him, an ugly, knowing expression that made dirty arousal claw its way up to Albus\'s belly. \"They
do up in the back...sir.\"
\"Eyes front, Mister Snape,\" Albus rebuked as mildly as could manage. The anger he felt at the boy\'s presumptuousness
loosed something hot and trembling inside of him, and it was only when Severus\' smug gaze relinquished him that he could
bear to lay down the switch with damp and shaking hands.
He stepped up behind Severus, close enough that he might have tilted his hips forward and pressed himself to that
tempting bade. de. He saw that Severus\'s attempts to hold still had the boy trembling; he was not foolish enough to
believe it was entirely out of fear, but put his hands on the boy\'s hips to steady him anyhow.
Severus\'s hipbones were sharp, a startling contrast to the softness that filled Albus\' palms. His fingers trailed inward,
awkwardly seeking out the slim silver zipper secreted away in the centre seam. The leather was warm as bare skin,
the metal cool and wickedly sharp. He unhooked the clasp at the waistband, and caught his first glimpse of white.
He worked the zipper carefully down. It took only a few inches for him to realise that the only thing under Severus\'s
trousers was smooth, impossibly pale skin.
Could it possibly be as soft as it looked? Oh yes, he discovered, as he folded the trousers down around the tops of
Severus\'s thighs. Just a brush against the side of his hand, like living silk.
Severus stiffened at the brief touch, his hips first jerking away and then thrusting back like a cat in heat.
Albus nearly chuckled as he picked up the switch. It felt comfortable in his hand, warming quickly in his
grip. \"Do you really think there is anything you can offer that will excuse you from punishment?\" he asked, amused.
He swore he could hear Severus lick his lips. \"Oh, I\'m certain we could think of something,\" Severus purred, his
voice dripping dark honey.
Albus stroked the switch.
\"Headmaster?\" Severus asked hopefully.
They both jumped when the switch hit Severus\' skin with a cold, whistling snap. The outraged cry that escaped the boy\'s
mouth made Albus bite his lip, his prick jerking to attention beneath his robes. As he watched in fascination, a thin
pink line began to form where the blow had landed across the boy\'s backside.
Severus glared over his shoulder at him, more shock than anger painted on his face.
\"Eyes front, Mister Snape!\"
He aimed the second blow to cross it, somewhat disappointed when Severus this time kept silent. The sight of Severus\'s
hands clenching around the edge of the desk a sma small consolation, however, as was the slight thrust of his hips.
With a sharp flick of the wrist on the third swipe he managed to draw out a delightful whimper. On the fourth, a gasp.
With each successive stroke, Severus\'s hands seemed to clutch more desperately, digging in with his fingertips until they
were white in an attempt to find some pase.ase. He\'d set his jaw, but each blow still forced some small sound out from
between his teeth, harsh little grunts that served only to fuel Albus\'s fire.
He lost count of how many times he swung the switch – it was an effortless motion, like casting the simplest charm. He
became entranced with the pattern of welts he was raising, its intricacy almost lost in the rosy flush that had spread
across Severus\'s cheeks. He realised dimly that his breathing had become as harsh as Severus\'s own. It sounded obscene
within the confines of the office, like the sounds of vigorous lovemaking.
The realisation unsteadied his hand, and the nextw law landed haphazardly. The pink line reddened, and a bead of blood
bubbled where the tip had broken the skin.
\"Ah - Fuck!\" Severus cried out, his voice jagged. He glared back at Albus, mouth parted in outrage. His dark eyes were
angry, but telltale tear-tracks had smeared those ridiculous lines of kohl down his cheeks.
Albus could only stare, teetering on the edge of madness, body aching with a desire he could not have put into words.
Severus continued to glare at him like a wild thing, though his hands didn\'t leave the desk. He shifted his weight,
causing his trousers to slide down another inch.
Albus licked his lips.
Severus\'s eyes widened in sudden revelation. \"Pervert!\" he accused incredulously. \"You\'re getting off on this, aren\'t you.
Why you filthy old man –\"
\"Eyes front, Mister Snape!\" Albus snapped, and found he could restrain himself no longer.
By the time the switch clattered to the floor, he\'d already pushed Severus roughly up against the desk, and had grasped
the boy\'s backside in both hands. He was amazed at the heat radiating from the abused skin. He squeezed and kneaded
as the boy gasped, whether in pain or pleasure, Albus no longer knew or cared.
His fingers crept irresistibly inward, stroking over Severus\'s entrance and finding it unquestionably slick. He drew a
shaky breath. Had the little wanton prepared himself that morning, in bed with his knees up and spread, long fingers
readying himself for whatever attentions he would undoubtedly be receiving throughout the day?
Or had the boy come to Albus\'s office fresh from being taken, buggered in some dark corner of the school by one of his
mates? Albus thrust two fingers straight into him, half-expecting to see another man\'s seed dripping out into the palm
of his hand. Instead, he felt only incredibly slick heat; and all at once, Severus\'s entire body sagged forward in relief,
as if all the tension held inside him was released at the prospect of being taken.
\"S-sir?\" Severus moaned.
\"Hush, boy. You want this.\" His free hand curved around Severus\'s hip, brushing against an undeniably stiff prick.
\"You want this.\"
The boy moaned his assent, accompanied by a decadent arch of his back, the sight of which made Albus fumble for the opening
of his robes, nearly ripping off the buttons of his trousers in his impatience.
\"You damnable little tease,\" he muttered, taking himself in hand and lining himself up alongside his fingers. He pressed
slowly inward, drawing out his fingers and savouring the hitch in Severus\'s breathing.
The boy opened up for him with a low mewling cry, shaking his head from side to side and clenching the edge of the desk
in a white-knuckled grip. Albus clamped on to his slim hip with one hand, and snaked his other palm under to feel
Severus\'s erection, hot and sticky against his skin. He squeezed it cruelly as he rocked his hips back and then pushed
back in as hard as he could.
\"Fuck,\" Severus whispered miserably. \"Harder.\"
Albus paused, very nearly trembling. He let Severus\'s prick rest gently against his palm, stroking it with tortuous
softness. \"Harder...?\" he teased.
\"Harder, sir?\" Severus wriggled desperately against himp>
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\"Harder...?\" He slowly began withdrawing from Severus\'s passage, until the boy tightened around him with a whimper.
\"Harder...please?\" Severus asked with unexpected trepidation.
Albus smiled fondly. \"Dear boy, all you had to do was ask.\"
He leaned low over Severus\'s back and slammed back in with renewed fervour, feeling the boy\'s body part slickly for him.
\"Jesus...oh, Jesus...\" Severus wailed as Albus\'s hands suddenly clawed under his t-shirt, scratching at his sweaty chest,
pinching his pierced nipple.
\"You wanton boy,\" Albus murmured into his ear. \"Is this what you wanted?\"
\"Yesss...\" Severus hissed, pushing back against him.
\"Is this what you needed?\"
\"Oh, yesss...\"
He scratched his way down to Severus\'s hips, hair falling into his eyes as his thrusts quickened with his heartbeat. \"Is
this why you insist on flaunting yourself?\"
\"It was only for you,\" Severus pledged breathlessly. \"Only for you, I swear it!\"
He pressed his mouth to Severus\' shoulder, his neck, his cheek. \"Oh, my darling,\" he whispered between kisses.
Severus turned towards him, and their mouths pressed together. He felt something cool and tacky smear across his lips,
and realised that Severus was wearing gloss. It tasted sugar-sweet, and he pushed the flavour of it back into
Severus\'s mouth.
He cradled Severus\'s face, keeping their mouths fused together. His fingers skittered over the intricacies of Severus\'s
jaw, the sweat-soaked skin just below his ear. His other hand cupped Severus\'s prick, letting it slide against his palm.
He felt the fine tremors just under the skin, and knew the boy wouldn\'t last much longer.
\"Headmaster...\" Severus moaned, nipping at Albus\'s lip.
\"That\'s it,\" Albus crooned, as Severus began pushing back against him, rhythm sacrificed to his desperation. \"That\'s it...\"
\"Ohhh,\" Severus sighed suddenly into his mouth, and the feeling of the boy\'s seed spurting onto his fingers was all it
took to send Albus over the edge.
He thrust once, twice, and spent his seed with Severus\'s mouth mauling his own. They kissed for a lazy minute,
the both of them shivering. Then, slowly, he pulled out of Severus and pressed his brow to the boy\'s shoulder.
\"Accio chair,\" he finally found breath to mutter, and when the edge of the chair bumped the back of his knees, he collapsed
backwards, pulling Severus down onto his lap. Severus\'s head lolled back onto his shoulder, his breathing staggering.
\"This is the...last time...I let you look in my closet...Albus,\" Severus wheezed.
Albus took a long admiring look along Severus\'s body - t-shirt plastered to his chest and splattered with semen, pierced
nipple hard and swollen, trousers around his thighs contrasting with the incredible whiteness of his skin.
He smiled, charmed by the utterly debauched appearance that Severus\' smeared makeup t hit him. He could feel the
oiliness of the lip-gloss on his own mouth.
\"Pity,\" he sighed. \"I suppose this will have to tide me over for a while yet.\"
\"It will,\" Severus said firmly. As Albus watched, he rubbed at a ring of deep red imprints across his belly. \"I remember
when these used to hang off of\" h\" he muttered disgustedly, flicking the waistband of his trousers.
\"They look much better tight, if I may say so.\"
\"Oh, you may say so all you like,\" Severus said bitingly. \"You owe me. This was utterly humiliating.\"
\"Liar,\" Albus said fondly, stroking Severus\'s belly. \"You were irresistible then, and you knew it.\"
\"Well, I certainly never knew you thought so.\"
\"Well, I certainly couldn\'t have told you then, but I did think so.\"
\"In your personal, private thoughts.\"
\"In my personal, private thoughts.\" He\'d told Severus this much before over the last fifteen years, and would continue
to tell him until Severus had some idea of how very much he was wanted.
Severus made a contented sound, bordering on sleep. He was warm and heavy in Albus\'s arms, more man than boy now, and
more utterly himself than the brash young creature who had first caught Albus\'s eye.
\"Do I want to know how you got rid of the peanut gallery?\"
Albus glanced around at the empty frames from which the faces of previous headmasters usually peered, and to the empty
phoenix perch in the corner. He smiled faintly. \"Every headmaster gets one.\"
\"One?\"
\"One romp on the desk.\"
Severus stilled, and Albus could tell he was deciding whether he was being had on or not.
\"I have a question for you, as well,\" Albus said. \"Something that I have been waiting quite a long time to find out.\"
Severus twisted around to give him the benefit of one suspicious eye. \"Yes?\" he asked cautiously.
Albus traced the lurid red letters painted across Severus\'s t-shirt. \"What, precisely, is a `sex pistol\'?\"
Severus\' sudden laugh surprised him - it was rare enough a sound that Albus was willing to chuckle good-naturedly at
what would no doubt prove to be his own expense.
\"If you have to ask, Albus…\" Severus took his hand and led it down past the t-shirt\'s hem.
\"I see.\" Albus tightened his embrace. \"Wanton boy,\" he whispered, and smiled.
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