Yes, Professor

Title: Yes, Professor
Author: Sage of Sin
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Severus/Lucius
Warnings: roleplay, spanking, rimming
Summary: This is merely a bit of smut. Severus and Lucius have a bit of fun after hours in the potions classroom.
Disclaimer: These boys are not mine. J.K. Rowling is their mistress. I don't get paid for this! [sob!]

Clothed in his school uniform from seventh year, Lucius Malfoy sat primly in the front row of the empty potions classroom, watching Snape scrawl a few formulas on the blackboard. Hair tied back neatly with a dark green ribbon, Lucius shifted in his chair. Though he was nearly as trim as he had been as a seventh year, the wizard’s clothing was tighter in certain areas. Perhaps it had to do with the authoritative posture of his friend as he spun and regarded him with stern dark eyes.

“Turn your books to page two hundred and fifty four,” drawled Snape.

When Lucius didn’t flip through the text fast enough, Snape shot him a glare.

“Mr. Malfoy?”

“Yes, Professor?” Lucius said in his sweetest and most deferent voice.

A dark and elegant eyebrow arched. “Do you think that you are above the rules here?”

Lucius shifted in his seat again. “Of course not, Professor.”

With a twirl of robes, Snape resumed writing on the board, leaving his friend to worry his bottom lip with his teeth.

For the longest time, Lucius had a fantasy such as this. One day, he was standing at the back of the potions classroom, waiting for the class to end so that he could ask his friend’s expert advice. Lucius was treated to the sight of the potion master’s famous scathing wit directed at an unfortunate student. The poor boy had fouled up his potion, his cauldron emitting a foul-smelling purple cloud. Eyes narrowed and nostrils flaring, Severus cut into the young Griffyndor who stood riveted in fear behind his desk. Lucius looked on as the teens around the boy stiffened, as if the coldness emanating from the potions master’s voice was a palpable wave. Draco and a few of the other Slytherins grinned at the boy’s misfortune. Lucius was surprised to find himself thrilled at the thought of Snape’s dark passion directed at him, breath hitching at the images played out in his mind.

It wasn’t long after this that Lucius approached his lover about his fantasy. He feared that Severus would find it humorous, although he doubted that the wizard would laugh outright. On the contrary, his friend was more than receptive to the idea of this kind of play. Perhaps Lucius should have been leery at the glint in Snape’s dark eyes when he had stated that he’d be glad to give Lucius some of his ‘special attention.’

Sitting behind the desk in the front row, Lucius’ mind began to fill with images of the kind of ‘special attention’ that he was in store for. Snape glanced over his shoulder at his friend. Noticing how Lucius’ skin had begun to flush, along with the hand that inched closer to his groin of its own accord, Snape ordered his ‘student’ from his seat. Lucius rose from the chair, hindered slightly by his painful erection. Snape didn’t miss the man’s state of arousal, dark eyes glittering with thinly concealed delight. “Having a problem, Mr. Malfoy?”

“No sir,” Lucius lied.

The corner of Severus’ mouth pulled up into a smirk. “It looks to me as though you’re having a problem controlling your hormones. And even trying to take care of yourself in the middle of class. Shameful! I know how to deal with wayward boys like you.”

Snape pulled out the chair from behind his desk, sitting in it. He frowned up at the ‘teen.’ “Pull down your trousers and lay over my lap.”

“What?”

“Are you questioning me, Mr. Malfoy?”

“No, sir.”

The potions master’s eyes narrowed. “Then do as I say.”

Severus watched as Lucius unbuttoned his uniform pants, sliding them down over his hips. He stood there, erection tenting his briefs. Snape eyed his tell tale erection.

“Underwear as well, Mr. Malfoy.”

The black briefs soon joined Lucius’ pants on the floor. Stepping out of them, the man placed himself over the other wizard’s lap, his erection brushing against Snape’s knee. Severus placed an arm over his back to both support and restrain him, using his other to pull Lucius’ dark green cloak up over his pert bottom.

The blonde wizard grasped the dark fabric of Snape’s robes as he lay over the man’s lap, pushing up into the caress. Lucius was well aware of what would soon occur, since the pair had discussed it before hand. His cock twitched in anticipation as the hand stroking his rear lifted. The moment stretched, with Lucius squirming slightly as he wondered if the man would actually get on with it. A sharp slap that echoed in the empty classroom made the elder Malfoy gasp. Lucius’ hands fisted tightly in the robe as he hung on for dear life , his friend spanking him in earnest.

Severus alternated striking each reddening cheek with a firm hand, using each to punctuate the spoken words, “You will learn to pay attention in class from now on,” and various other chastening phrases. The potions master could feel his lover’s erection rubbing against his thigh, with Lucius trying to conceal a groan.

When the blonde wizard thought that he could take no more, lest he soil the potions master’s robes, the hand came to a stop, stroking a sore buttock. “Up with you,” Severus told him as he attempted to pull him upright. “Over the desk with you.”

Wincing, Lucius moved to comply, moving gingerly toward the wooden desk. Leaning over while clutching the other side, he tried not to put pressure on his aching erection. He longed for Severus to take care of it for him, but didn’t dare make any demands. He felt the cloth of his cloak being lifted, exposing his sensitive bottom to air. Lucius shivered as kisses were planted along the small of his back. He tensed as Severus gripped each tender cheek in one of his hands, spreading them. The blonde wizard nearly jumped off of the desk when he felt a soft pink tongue drawn across his entrance.

“Don’t move, Mr. Malfoy,” Snape instructed, pushing him down with a hand on his back. “And don’t you dare come before I say.”

That was easy for him to say. Lucius’ engorged member twitched in protest, but he settled back down onto the flat surface, gripping the edge of the desk. He was having far too exciting of an experience to complain and interrupt their little game.

Severus returned to his kneeling position behind his lover, spreading firm cheeks once more before continuing his exploration of the blonde’s cleft. He could feel the flesh tensing under his hands as the usually controlled wizard panted. Snape was always glad to be a source of surprise to the other man.

Lucius could hardly believe what Severus was doing to him. It was taking all of his willpower not to spill himself onto the floor. When the potions master moved lower to draw a testicle into his mouth, suckling it like one would a cherry from a stem, Lucius had to bite his lip not to loose it. He groaned as Snape moved up to lap and nibble at his perineum.

Severus took mercy on Lucius, who for all his writhing and groaning was obviously on the edge. He reached into the desk draw to retrieve a vial of oil. Spreading some of the substance onto his fingers, he quickly prepared the other man. From the sounds the blonde made, Severus doubted that he’d last long. Opening his trousers, the potions master reached in to pull out his aching erection, slicking it with oil. Positioning himself at the orifice, he pushed into the other wizard until he was flush with his backside.

Clenching around the invading flesh, Lucius’ head thudded against the wooden desk as he groaned. He was sure that he’d climax as soon as the other man started to move. After a brief respite, Snape began to work his bottom with short, shallow thrusts before using firmer strokes. Bracing himself against the table, Lucius keened through gritted teeth on every stroke. Nearly every thrust brushed against that bundle of nerves deep inside him, driving him mad.

With one hand on Lucius’ shoulder and the other on his hip, Severus thrust deeply into the man before him. The blonde had given up trying to conceal his vocalizations, and was now making moans that were delightful to Snape’s ears. Showing some compassion to the other wizard, Snape wrapped the long fingers of one hand around Lucius’ leaking erection, stroking briskly. “Come, now.”

It wasn’t as if the blonde could do much else. A moment after the silky words had left the potions master’s throat, warmth spilled over his hand onto the floor. The contractions of the blonde’s passage wrung an orgasm out of Severus, who spilled himself deep within after only another thrust. The pair collapsed onto the desk, both breathless and covered in perspiration.

Cheek pressed against the desk, Lucius smiled dreamily as Severus’ breath warmed the side of his neck. “That was marvelous.”

Severus nuzzled deeper into the milky curve of neck and shoulder. “I’m glad that I live up to your expectations.”

The smiles on the two wizards’ faces fled quickly as they heard a strangled sound of surprise. Looking up, they saw Neville Longbottom standing in the doorway, clutching a book to his chest, wide eyes moving back and forth between their two equally shocked faces. Placing a hand to his hip as he straightened, Snape fixed the student with a stern glare, or as stern a glare one could give while still inside his lover.

“Mr. Longbottom, what are you doing skulking about after hours? In my classroom, no less?”

“U-Um,” Neville stammered. “I left my book here,” he finished, indicating the text that he was clutching.

Snape sighed heavily. “Off with you then,” the professor said, waving him away with a hand as Lucius wished that the desk would swallow him whole. Why hadn’t Severus put charms on the door?

The dazed student turned to leave when he heard Snape call, “And Mr. Longbottom?”

Grimacing before he turned back to face the potions master, Neville replied with a soft, “Yes, sir?”

“It would behoove you to forget what you saw here. If you so much as breathe a word about it, I’ll take 100 points from Gryffindor for you being out after hours and entering the dungeons without permission.”

“Yes, sir,” the teen answered. “Good night, Professor Snape.”

'Oh good, the boy didn’t recognize me,' Lucius thought.

“Good night, Mr. Malfoy.”

'Damn.'