The Submissive

The Submissive

His legs straddle Snape’s lap. He forces his body to slowly crest up and down. Pitch-black pools scrutinize his dance. Breath comes in hard won gasps as Harry lifts and sinks again and again on Snape’s cock. As he pumps his slow deliberate rhythm, his eyes threaten to slip close. It feels so good. Snape’ cock is hard and wide. It pierces him, stretches him open, fills him so fucking deep. Harry grasps Snape’s shoulders to steady himself. He arches, strains his head backwards, catching his bottom lip between his teeth in concentration. He carefully rides the massive rod, feeling it gore deep into his tender body. He tries to relax to take Snape deeper but he needs this so fucking bad. The fluidity of Harry’s careful movements begins to deteriorate. His legs tremor making his hips move in a few frantic ungraceful jerks. He cries out and clenches his muscles around Snape’s sweet cock desperate to gain back his control to keep feeling the satisfying burn inside him. He closes his eyes and steadies his riding. He wants to go a while longer. Yes, a long, long while longer. Just like this.

Snape grunts feeling the bliss of the boy’s added resistance. His cock pulses, his legs thrust him upwards and his hips cant to help Harry settled down lower, take him in deep. The boy’s little noises drives him mad. It’s all he can do not to slam the young man down into the bed and tear into his fresh flesh. But Snape knows about control. He knows that there are rewards for his unbelievable patience, his ability to endure Harry’s salacious torture. Not every man gets to see the, oh, so angelic Boy-Who-Lived fucking himself into delirium on his cock. Snape devours the sight of Potter on his lap, drowning in ecstasy, humping, swaying, arching this way and that, pushing his pale lithe body to feel every inch of the length he has speared himself on. The dark man allows himself a lurid sneer at his private exhibition. He does so love fucking Harry Potter, someone, so clean and so pure to everyone outside this room, but look at him now. What a decadent sinful little slut he has become writhing like a demon on top of his ‘evil’ Potion Master’s lap. Snape closes his eyes and lets loose a groan. As good as the boy looks he feels ten times better. The tender ass gripping his throbbing cock is so taunt around him that every movement Harry makes, every breath, causes Snape an obscene amount of pleasure. The Wizarding World knows Harry Potter as innocent and good. Snape’s body knows Harry Potter as a dirty, nasty boy who delights in riding hot, fat cocks. This is all Snape can take. He growls loudly finally gripping Harry’s hips and begins making the boy fuck harder on him.

“GAH!!!” Harry grunts. The slow ride is over. Snape is driving up into him with such power. “SHIT!” he exclaims as his body jars violently from Snape’s onslaught. Yes oh yes, he thinks collapsing onto Snape lolling his head into the crook of the man’s neck. His careful work has come to fruition. Snape is out of control, taking him with ferocious, incredible need. “Oh god Fuck Me..oh oh ohohoooooooo YES…’Harry mutteres with every rough thrust. Snape strikes an especially delicate area inside Harry and he cries out, “FUCK YES, YES RIGHT THERE! Oh GOD god Snape!” Harry gasps for air against Snape’s shoulder. He lets go of his body and lets Snape take him hard. “ P-p-plles-s-se, oh ooooo oh, e-yaa…fuck me, fuck me, fuck me” Harry pants as his body is flooded with ecstasy. Harry wants to be like this forever, no dark lords, no hungry press, just the bliss of this man’s body shoving up into him so god damn fucking hard. Harry doesn’t need a hand on his cock to make him cum. The brutal thrusts exquisitely assaulting his body hurl him over the edge into sweet oblivion. White cream shoots up between him and Snape. “Don’t stop,” Harry begs, “ don’t stop don’tstop don’t stop don’t stopdon’tstopdon’tstop” he murmurs in time to Snape’s undeterred assault. He wants Snape’s fine cock to keep fucking him. He wants to feel it for hours, days, ooooohhhh for fucking ever!

Snape is panting hard. Harry is a dead weight on his thighs now. His soft whispers begging Snape to keep fucking aren’t needed. There’s a sweet little ring of silver encircling the base of Snape’s cock to keep him form spilling inside Harry. It only responds to the boy’s magic and Harry is so very selfish. He’ll ride through his orgasm maybe even build a second before he’ll let Snape have even one. Snape knows how Harry relishes the feeling of a cock fucking him long after he himself cums. Such a little slut. Snape moans feeling the relaxed little hole gulping him down. A selfish, beautiful, wonderful little slut, Snape thinks as he enjoys the prolonged and needful erection he pushes into Harry. He moans his frustration as he thrusts. He wants to cum, wants it so badly. It’s starting to taking him over, this the feeling of pulsing in and out of the boy’s pliant body. It leads him higher and higher. He needs this… needs this too much. His body tells him over and over again how wonderful the hot tight grip on his cock is. The boy’s sleepy voice quietly tickles in his ear, “Do you want to come, Severus?” Does he? Does he want to put an end to this tenuous pleasure? Can he get higher if he just keeps fucking? While he ponders the extremely philosophical question Harry is pushing up from Snape’s chest leaning back. Snape looks up into the merciless green eyes. The young man’s spine is becoming ridged; his ass is pressing in tighter less pliant around Snape’s cock. Snape grunts and keeps fucking. He looks at Harry, replete in his ecstasy. The boy’s voice comes out low and steady, full of power “Shall I let you come, Severus?” Snape throws back his head and pushes his hips up off the bed. He doesn’t care as long as the boy is squeezing his hard, hard length making it impossible to think or to breathe. Snape is gasping and lumbering beneath Harry. He has no rythym. His body is thrashing in every desperate direction seeking relief, seeking ecstasy, seeking Harry.. He needs to climax, needs to fill Harry with his cum. He feels Harry watching him, evaluating him, waiting for that just right moment to release the ring and allow Severus to explode inside him. Oh god please, please, please…

Snape’s mouth is opening and closing making primal attempts at words. Harry could keep him going like this for hours. He’ll not be able to move tomorrow but that is such a small price to pay for this. He reaches one hand behind himself the other on Snape’s shoulder. He focuses all his thoughts on griping tight, being small, forcing the man to fuck him. Snape’s pushing against the bed and the headboard, lifting Harry up, shoving him down, forcing his way inside. Harry’s flaccid sticky length bounces along. He really aught to let the man cum. Snape has more than earned it tonight. Harry sighs because it feels so fucking awesome right now. He’s so relaxed and Snape’s rigid body is hitting him in just the right place. Harry smiles to himself. He knows he’s selfish. He doesn’t want Snape to cum. He wants to keep this hard cock pumping up into him. Harry thrusts and parries against the man urgently bucking below him. He laughs because Snape is so savage, bellowing and cursing, frantically fucking Harry. As quietly as he can Harry whispers a spell. Snape is howling and jerking beneath him. Harry hangs on as the tormented man surging into him violently is finally allowed his climax.

The blood rushes through Snape’s ears. He cums so hard he fears his body will collapse. His seed makes his softening cock slick and he slips and slides inside Harry. He is exhausted and Harry sits atop him in radiant glory. He pulls his debauched angel down against him and takes several fierce kisses. Snape desperately clings to Harry as his body shaking violently. The young boy coddles and coos at him telling him he’s ok, that he was wonderful, that he is such a good, good boy. Snape curls up beside Harry whispering small thank you, thank you,thankyou…. He drifts off to sleep realizing that he never knew that being someone’s submissive could be this good.