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Swimmingly

By: OphiuchusMalfoy
folder Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating: Adult ++
Chapters: 1
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Disclaimer: 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.

Swimmingly

“Shit!” He was going to fucking kill that little ferret.

“Shit, shit, shit.” The word seemed to sum up all of his problems as Harry made his reluctant way to the dungeons. Malfoy had dosed him with a compulsion potion, which compelled him to do something that he had been longing to do against his better judgment. Despite walking as slowly as possible he still found himself directed to a certain door, and now he was- here.

“You are dead, Malfoy.” Harry balled a shaking hand to knock on the door, the ominous sound reverberating through the drafty corridor. For whom does the bell toll?

“It tolls for thee.”

“What are you Blathering about now, Po- erk, umph!”

If Harry had known how easy it was to get the sarcastic bastard to shut it, he would have kissed him years ago. Hell, Ron probably would have snogged him. Harry removed his tongue from the Potionmaster’s mouth and looked at him with wide eyes, before looking down at his own crotch that was still on autopilot, humping away at Snape’s thigh. He looked back up, blushing, and stilled himself.

“Er, I can explain,” he started, but was cut short as he was tugged into the room. The door slammed and automatically warded before he found himself pressed up against it, squirming against a hard body and a serpentine tongue trying to finesse it’s way down his eager throat. When Snape pulled away Harry was goggle-eyed.

“Wow.”

“Your powers of description once again attain truly dizzying heights banality.”

“Huh?”

“Wow, indeed.”

“I’ll show you wow.” Harry proceeded to do so. With tongue.

“Perhaps wow isn’t a bad descriptor. It certainly is…concise.”

“Why are you still talking?”

“You make a valid point.”

Harry was efficiently stripped, licked and penetrated within the space of a few minutes, writhing against the door with his legs wrapped firmly around Snape’s waist, his own cock rubbing against the front of Snape’s semi-parted robes.

“Oh god, you’re still wearing robes.”

“What?”

“That is so hot.” As if to prove his point Harry rabbited himself on Snape’s prick and clenched, almost buckling Snape’s knees in the process and sending him cross-eyed.

“Gah!”

“Not so erudite now, are you Professor.”

“Do that again.”

“This?” Harry clenched again.

“Gah! No, well, yes; but call me…”

“Professor?”

“Ah, there’s a lad.”

“Oh, professor. Professor, I’ve been so bad. I need to be punished. Would you like to punish me, Professor?” It was a little too much for Snape, who sped up his thrusts and wrapped his fist around Harry’s prick. Harry came immediately.

“Professor!”

One, two, three more thrusts and Snape followed, bellowing obscenities. They both panted for a few moments before Harry unwound himself and they disconnected with a slurp of bodily fluids.

“Sexy.”

“And back with the sarcasm.” Harry was putting on a brave face in the sexual aftermath of boinking the Potionsmaster, but Snape could tell it was an obvious cover for some very tender and easily trampled sensibilities. God, Gryffindors were dumb. Cute, though.

Snape smoothed his robes and turned towards the back of his office where the door to his quarters was located. He could sense Harry deflate and took pity on him.

“It took you long enough, Potter.”

“What do you mean?”

“What do you think I mean?” Snape opened the door, turned and raised an eyebrow in question as he gestured inside.

“That you maybe wanted to, perhaps- ah, that you had meant for…”

If anything, Snape’s brow rose even higher. “Potter, how in blazes did you come up with a word like erudite during wild sex against a wall when you can’t even form the words to say that I had been waiting for you to make a move?”

“I think well under pressure?”

“Bugger it, just get inside.”

Harry complied with an alacrity that pleased Snape to no end; Perhaps the Gryffindor sap was trainable after all. A sexual rewards system was in order.

“Professor Potter, your ass is mine.”

“Did you say something?”

“Not at all.”

As he shut the door before completing the debauching he had started, he made a mental note to thank Draco. Everything had gone swimmingly.

Fin

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