Voyerism

Voyerism (1/1)

*WARNING*: MAY SQUICK YOU


Albus Dumbledore sat alone in his office, a rare and delicate device sitting on his desk before him. It was an odd-looking thing, about the size of a wine glass, resembling a clock on a stand, with an antenna protruding from the centre and two arms pointing to twelve and six o\'clock, made entirely of glass. On the twelve o\'clock arm there was a piece of what looked like ivory or bone, and the six o\'clock arm ended in a tiny copper dish. The old Headmaster retrieved a long, sharp pin from the top drawer of his desk, pricking a finger with it and letting the drop of blood that appeared fall into the dish. The arm with the bone fragment shivered and smoothly glided to a two o\'clock position and froze.

An odd, sucking feeling came over the old man, as if he were being drawn into a vacuum. He closed his eyes and waited for the sensation passed. when he opened his eyes, he was standing in the entrance to the Dursley home. The device he had just used was meant to astrally transport one to the home of the person the bone fragment belonged to. He had used this device to keep and eye on Harry ever since he left the child on the doorstep.

He moved as silently as a ghost into the house, floating upstairs and past the bedrooms where the Dursley\'s slept soundly and on to Harry\'s room. He could here odd noises emanating from the tiny bedroom at the end of the hall, grunts and groans. \'Harry must be having a nightmare again. I wonder if it is a vision induced by Voldemort ? If it is, I wonder if he will tell me?\' After the loss of Sirius at the Department of Mysteries, and their confrontation afterwards, Harry\'s and his relationship had been strained at best, and he didn\'t know if Harry trusted him any more. But he still cared for the boy, probably more than he should.

He moved swiftly to the bedroom doorway, and ghosted through the closed and locked door. It saddened him to see all those locks, put there by the boy\'s own family. By the time he knew about them, it was almost too late. He sighed to himself and looked to Harry\'s bed, surprised and amused by what he saw.

The time old hobby of young boys and grown men everywhere: masturbation. Harry was naked as the day he was born, the covers and sheets kicked to the end of the bed, his excited genitals in his hands. He was moaning and biting his lip enticingly, left hand stroking up and down his engorged and flushed member. His skin was dewy with sweat and the scent of sex filled the air.

Albus was surprised to feel himself respond to the visual stimulus. It had been a long time since he had gotten an erection without the aid of potions and spells, or muggle drugs. But he wouldn\'t look a gift horse in the mouth, and quickly parted his robes and took himself in hand, watching the younger wizard all the while.

He wondered what Harry\'s skin and sweat tasted like, and momentarily cursed his incorporeality. Right now he longed to shed his robes and join the boy on the bed, but knew it would never happen. He wasn\'t the boy\'s favourite person right now, and he was far too old to be an enticement for him, and he didn\'t even know if Harry liked men. But instead of distracting himself with question he couldn\'t answer, he watched as his protege touched himself intimately.

Harry\'s hands had sped during his distraction, and he quickened his own to keep pace. The boy\'s other tanned hand slipped down to fondle and tug on his balls, a breathy gasp escaping his pink lips. The teen was an erotic and sensual feast for his old eyes, and a memory he would treasure for a long time. He watched as the hand on Harry\'s cock sped while the other came up to his mouth, sucking on two fingers, wetting them thickly before drifting down past his testicles to the hidden opening to his body, plunging in with a moan from the both of them. He knew it the moment Harry found his prostate, a gasping shudder shaking his young frame and his green eyes rolling up to show only the whites.

Albus held his breath while Harry orgasmed, his semen spraying out in thick ropes to coat his hand and stomach, and then he too was coming, a delicious shiver raking up his spine. He hadn\'t had a decent orgasm in over a decade. He had almost forgotten how fun it was. He sighed, fixed his robes and departed. It was obvious the Harry was alright.

He appeared back in his body, tired and content. A quick cleaning charm later, and the Headmaster was off to seek his bed.

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