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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
14,953
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Thank you, sir!
Warnings:smut and language...
Author's notes:I couldn't resist - I simply had to add just another detention fic...
Enjoy!!!
ETA: I just noticed the whole text was formatted bold... Argh. Sorry. Corrected it right away.
And, btw, I intended it to be another detention story... tried to write something unexpected. Well.
Thank you, sir!
A few minutes before the end of lesson, Harry somehow managed to let the bubbling contents of his cauldron explode.
Neville, who had been fascinated by the rapid change of colour the boiling potion underwent, got the full blast of it. When he jerked his head away from the black steam, his hair was singed, and his face was covered with ash. The damage was done.
“POTTER!”
Accustomed to being yelled at by his Potions master, Harry didn’t even flinch. On the contrary, his body turned erect at once. He didn’t have to turn around to know that Professor Snape was approaching him rapidly. Fuming, no doubt. Well, that matches the little violet flames in the cauldron. Harry felt a giggle rising up his throat. But he sobered up quickly when he heard a dangerously low voice speaking directly behind him.
“Potter, you IMBECILE!”
Suppressed snickers could be heard from the Slytherins direction.
“I should have known that even this simple task would be a problem for you.” A flick of Snape’s wand, and the violet fire hissed once more and extinguished.
“I surmise you don’t even know why the potion exploded?” The voice behind him held an almost pleasant note now. “And turn around when I am addressing you!”
Harry’s lips curled up as if to sneer. Turning around in purposeful slow motion, he stood at last facing his Potions master. As always, Harry’s face held a defiant expression.
Unimpressed, the professor bore his cold black eyes into Harry’s bright emerald ones. Not a sound could be heard in the classroom.
“Well?”
Harry puckered his eyebrows, as if contemplating the question. A few breaths later he answered.
“No.”
The black eyes widened.
“WHAT?”
Harry shrugged his shoulders. Was his professor suddenly suffering deafness? His next answer came out loud and clear.
“No, I don’t know why the potion exploded.” Harry grinned and added, “But I bet you know!”
The face of the man looming over him lost all colour. All students knew that this was not a good sign.
“Call me sir!” The voice was low again. “Answer the question properly.”
“Yes, sir!” Harry squared his shoulders exaggeratedly. “No, sir, I don’t know why the potion exploded, sir. But I bet you know, sir! ”
Shocked gasps could be heard from the Gryffindors.
The black eyes glittered. “Twenty points from Gryffindor for improper behaviour.”
The bell rang, indicating the end of the lesson. Harry shrugged his shoulders again and turned to leave. Twenty points. That wasn’t this bad. Just twenty points off for getting a little bit of… fun. No need to have a guilty conscience.
“Stop! You are not dismissed.” Snape’s command made Harry turn at his heels.
The professor was sneering, ”For sheer idiocy, you’ve just earned yourself detention, Potter. I am convinced that you will be thankful to have the honour to slice up the spleens of mice for the rest of the afternoon. Or am I mistaken?”
“No.”
“WHAT?”
“No, sir.”
“AND?”
“Thank you, sir.”
The students started to file out of the classroom. Harry caught a few encouraging glances from his friends. When Hermione walked past him, she managed to squeeze his arm quickly, trying to comfort him. Harry winked at her in return. He didn’t want her to worry about him. It was just – another detention.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
When the room was empty at last, Snape rubbed his hands in delight.
“Well, this went on smoothly. All according to plan. I’m proud of you, Potter.” Snape flashed a smile at Harry. Which meant that his face contorted into an odd grimace. “The explosion was perfect!”
Harry sneered. It hadn’t been difficult at all. But he hated to be forced to act like that. But, on the other hand, if he didn’t execute Snape’s instructions to the letter, what would happen?
He rummaged angrily in his bag. Now where had he hidden the tools? They weren’t this tiny… Ah, here they were. Whilst placing a magnificent dildo and a big bottle of lubricant on the Potions masters desk, he asked cautiously, “What about…”
“…the spleens?” Snape was eager to answer. His eyes wandered greedily over the items on his desk. “Prepared them yesterday. It has been quite a –“
“SHUT UP!”
Snape flinched and pressed his lips together.
“All this unnecessary babbling. Undress. And hurry up!”
Harry walked over to the Potions masters chair and settled into a comfortable position. His arms crossed behind his head, and stretching his legs, he lazily watched Snape’s motions through slit eyes. It was always fun to see how fast Snape could get out of his clothes.
Throwing his underpants on the heap of garments, Snape swallowed hard and regarded Harry with an expectant look. His cock was already hard, dangling in front of him. What now? He didn’t have to wait long.
“Fuck our little friend.”
Snape instantly grabbed for the glass of lube, unscrewed the lid and got out a huge amount of the soft cream on his index finger. The dildo was coated in no time. Snape’s finger lunged again into the jar. But when his hand moved behind his back, his motion was interrupted by a bark.
“NO! Turn around. Show me…”
Obediently Snape turned around at once, spread his legs and bent forward. When his cheeks parted, Harry let out a stifled moan. What a beauty. His eyes never leaving the tiny hole, he pulled down his trousers to his knees hastily and grabbed for his swollen cock. Harry licked his lips when he watched a finger slowly greasing the sweet entrance with the creamy lubricant.
Snape’s finger stopped moving in circles around his rosette. Slowly he pushed the digit up all the way and back out again. And up again, stretching the tightness as wide as he could. Harry kneaded his prick hard, he couldn’t get enough of this sight. He held his breath when Snape’s other hand appeared into view, positioning the dildo before the slightly twitching hole. Precome shot out of Harry’s glans as soon as the toy went past the entrance and vanished into the slick tunnel.
Soon their rhythm met, Harry wanking at the same speed as the dildo moved smoothly in and out of Snape’s luscious hole. Harry had to bit into his free hand to suppress a groan, as they had forgotten about protecting the room with a silencing spell. Damn.
He was almost coming, any minute now. But he didn’t want to, not so soon, not like this, no, he wanted…
“Come here! Quick. Suck me!”
Snape at once reacted to Harry’s chocked out command. Adoringly, the Potions master knelt down in front of his beautiful student, caressing the deep-red piece of flesh with his eyes. He seized Harry’s prick hungrily and pushed it deep into his mouth. There was no time to lick it first, as Snape would have loved to do; feeling every vein with his tongue, tasting the special flavour of cock with relish. No, there was no time for this. His own prick was on the verge of bursting. And, from judging Harry’s forceful thrusts into his mouth and his deep panting, Harry was about ready to explode.
When the orgasm hit him, Harry pulled his prick abruptly out of the wetness of Snape’s mouth and splashed his semen all over Snape’s face. The cream was slowly gliding down the man’s nose and cheeks. And as soon as the luscious fluid reached the vicinity of Snape’s lips, his tongue flashed out and started licking up the precious liquid.
“And?” Harry panted wickedly.
Still lapping up all of the cream his tongue could reach, Snape answered readily,
“Thank you, sir!”
Author's notes:I couldn't resist - I simply had to add just another detention fic...
Enjoy!!!
ETA: I just noticed the whole text was formatted bold... Argh. Sorry. Corrected it right away.
And, btw, I intended it to be another detention story... tried to write something unexpected. Well.
Thank you, sir!
A few minutes before the end of lesson, Harry somehow managed to let the bubbling contents of his cauldron explode.
Neville, who had been fascinated by the rapid change of colour the boiling potion underwent, got the full blast of it. When he jerked his head away from the black steam, his hair was singed, and his face was covered with ash. The damage was done.
“POTTER!”
Accustomed to being yelled at by his Potions master, Harry didn’t even flinch. On the contrary, his body turned erect at once. He didn’t have to turn around to know that Professor Snape was approaching him rapidly. Fuming, no doubt. Well, that matches the little violet flames in the cauldron. Harry felt a giggle rising up his throat. But he sobered up quickly when he heard a dangerously low voice speaking directly behind him.
“Potter, you IMBECILE!”
Suppressed snickers could be heard from the Slytherins direction.
“I should have known that even this simple task would be a problem for you.” A flick of Snape’s wand, and the violet fire hissed once more and extinguished.
“I surmise you don’t even know why the potion exploded?” The voice behind him held an almost pleasant note now. “And turn around when I am addressing you!”
Harry’s lips curled up as if to sneer. Turning around in purposeful slow motion, he stood at last facing his Potions master. As always, Harry’s face held a defiant expression.
Unimpressed, the professor bore his cold black eyes into Harry’s bright emerald ones. Not a sound could be heard in the classroom.
“Well?”
Harry puckered his eyebrows, as if contemplating the question. A few breaths later he answered.
“No.”
The black eyes widened.
“WHAT?”
Harry shrugged his shoulders. Was his professor suddenly suffering deafness? His next answer came out loud and clear.
“No, I don’t know why the potion exploded.” Harry grinned and added, “But I bet you know!”
The face of the man looming over him lost all colour. All students knew that this was not a good sign.
“Call me sir!” The voice was low again. “Answer the question properly.”
“Yes, sir!” Harry squared his shoulders exaggeratedly. “No, sir, I don’t know why the potion exploded, sir. But I bet you know, sir! ”
Shocked gasps could be heard from the Gryffindors.
The black eyes glittered. “Twenty points from Gryffindor for improper behaviour.”
The bell rang, indicating the end of the lesson. Harry shrugged his shoulders again and turned to leave. Twenty points. That wasn’t this bad. Just twenty points off for getting a little bit of… fun. No need to have a guilty conscience.
“Stop! You are not dismissed.” Snape’s command made Harry turn at his heels.
The professor was sneering, ”For sheer idiocy, you’ve just earned yourself detention, Potter. I am convinced that you will be thankful to have the honour to slice up the spleens of mice for the rest of the afternoon. Or am I mistaken?”
“No.”
“WHAT?”
“No, sir.”
“AND?”
“Thank you, sir.”
The students started to file out of the classroom. Harry caught a few encouraging glances from his friends. When Hermione walked past him, she managed to squeeze his arm quickly, trying to comfort him. Harry winked at her in return. He didn’t want her to worry about him. It was just – another detention.
When the room was empty at last, Snape rubbed his hands in delight.
“Well, this went on smoothly. All according to plan. I’m proud of you, Potter.” Snape flashed a smile at Harry. Which meant that his face contorted into an odd grimace. “The explosion was perfect!”
Harry sneered. It hadn’t been difficult at all. But he hated to be forced to act like that. But, on the other hand, if he didn’t execute Snape’s instructions to the letter, what would happen?
He rummaged angrily in his bag. Now where had he hidden the tools? They weren’t this tiny… Ah, here they were. Whilst placing a magnificent dildo and a big bottle of lubricant on the Potions masters desk, he asked cautiously, “What about…”
“…the spleens?” Snape was eager to answer. His eyes wandered greedily over the items on his desk. “Prepared them yesterday. It has been quite a –“
“SHUT UP!”
Snape flinched and pressed his lips together.
“All this unnecessary babbling. Undress. And hurry up!”
Harry walked over to the Potions masters chair and settled into a comfortable position. His arms crossed behind his head, and stretching his legs, he lazily watched Snape’s motions through slit eyes. It was always fun to see how fast Snape could get out of his clothes.
Throwing his underpants on the heap of garments, Snape swallowed hard and regarded Harry with an expectant look. His cock was already hard, dangling in front of him. What now? He didn’t have to wait long.
“Fuck our little friend.”
Snape instantly grabbed for the glass of lube, unscrewed the lid and got out a huge amount of the soft cream on his index finger. The dildo was coated in no time. Snape’s finger lunged again into the jar. But when his hand moved behind his back, his motion was interrupted by a bark.
“NO! Turn around. Show me…”
Obediently Snape turned around at once, spread his legs and bent forward. When his cheeks parted, Harry let out a stifled moan. What a beauty. His eyes never leaving the tiny hole, he pulled down his trousers to his knees hastily and grabbed for his swollen cock. Harry licked his lips when he watched a finger slowly greasing the sweet entrance with the creamy lubricant.
Snape’s finger stopped moving in circles around his rosette. Slowly he pushed the digit up all the way and back out again. And up again, stretching the tightness as wide as he could. Harry kneaded his prick hard, he couldn’t get enough of this sight. He held his breath when Snape’s other hand appeared into view, positioning the dildo before the slightly twitching hole. Precome shot out of Harry’s glans as soon as the toy went past the entrance and vanished into the slick tunnel.
Soon their rhythm met, Harry wanking at the same speed as the dildo moved smoothly in and out of Snape’s luscious hole. Harry had to bit into his free hand to suppress a groan, as they had forgotten about protecting the room with a silencing spell. Damn.
He was almost coming, any minute now. But he didn’t want to, not so soon, not like this, no, he wanted…
“Come here! Quick. Suck me!”
Snape at once reacted to Harry’s chocked out command. Adoringly, the Potions master knelt down in front of his beautiful student, caressing the deep-red piece of flesh with his eyes. He seized Harry’s prick hungrily and pushed it deep into his mouth. There was no time to lick it first, as Snape would have loved to do; feeling every vein with his tongue, tasting the special flavour of cock with relish. No, there was no time for this. His own prick was on the verge of bursting. And, from judging Harry’s forceful thrusts into his mouth and his deep panting, Harry was about ready to explode.
When the orgasm hit him, Harry pulled his prick abruptly out of the wetness of Snape’s mouth and splashed his semen all over Snape’s face. The cream was slowly gliding down the man’s nose and cheeks. And as soon as the luscious fluid reached the vicinity of Snape’s lips, his tongue flashed out and started licking up the precious liquid.
“And?” Harry panted wickedly.
Still lapping up all of the cream his tongue could reach, Snape answered readily,
“Thank you, sir!”