Many Pleasures Series II

Severus Snape and Draco Malfoy

I knew it was wrong but I didn’t care. I couldn’t help but allow him free reign of my body. I was always a sucker for a blonde. And there he was, the most beautiful blonde. My fingers wove through his hair as he knelt before me.

It wasn’t supposed to be this way of course. I was the master here in the dungeons, except for the nights when he came to call. The greasy git, Professor Snape, was no longer in charge when Draco Malfoy came into my office wearing that devilish look. I gave in, there was no other way.

I felt his hot breath on my erection and shuddered in delight. When his soft, pink lips wrapped around me I inhaled deeply and felt a blissful smile creep onto my face. One of my hands held onto his shoulder for support, the other wove through the gossamer strands of his hair. He moaned a lot and it drove me wild. His skills were far greater than I might have imagined and it never took me long.

I felt it rising in my stomach and then slowly moving lower. Finally, the tight coil of pressure sprung open and my hips lunged forward. I rode it out, hissing and grunting as my passion was finally released.

He took advantage of my post orgasmic haze but I never complained. Half of the time I would come round and find him already inside of me, grunting as he fucked me. Tonight was different, I remembered turning around and bending over a low desk for him. He was never overly rough with me but he was not gentle and caring either. I wouldn’t have allowed him to be a tender lover, tenderness was reserved for actual love.

I felt his wand tip enter me. The familiar feeling of something cool shooting out of the wand let me know that it was time. There would be no fondling fingers tonight. Draco wanted the main course right away.

The wand was removed and replaced. He didn’t enter me slowly, he threw his entire body into one lunge and was buried inside of me seconds later. I screamed out, not for pain but for the surprise. He moved slowly at first, hissing softly. I made an effort to reciprocate his movements even though there was little need. Draco liked to control all aspects of our encounters and it was nice to give over a bit of authority to another sometimes. I felt less responsible this way.

His thrust picked up speed and he began shouting as he often did. “You like this Snape?” he’d scream. Sometimes I would oblige the questions and answer with throaty agreement, it wasn’t necessary though. Draco enjoyed the feeling that he could say these things and that I was powerless to them. “Yeah, take it, take my cock!” I moaned in response, this seemed to placate his ego for the moment.

My own dick was rigid again and the more he moved the larger it grew. His breaths were short and shallow now, he was nearing his peak. I felt his fingers dig deeper into my hips and his grip tightened. I began to move with him again and was rewarded with a guttural moan. “Oh yeah, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,” he moaned senselessly. I felt his body grow rigid and he bucked into me again, riding out his orgasm. I felt the warm liquid enter me. It was liquid guilt as far as I was concerned. I never cared until he finished, then it was time to feel guilty.

He went limp and draped himself over me. He stayed there for a moment or so before standing, cleaning with a swipe of his wand, dressing and leaving. I sighed heavily as I heard the door shut behind him, never having moved from my position.

I sat on the edge of the desk, took my aching cock in hand and finished myself off. He would only do it for me before sex, afterward I think he was feeling just as guilty as I was.

Ron and Hermione

Most people pictured Ron as an inexperienced boy who’d likely make a fool of himself in the bedroom. It was somewhat true on our first encounter but he’s grown confident since then and he’s learned quickly. I sit in anticipation in the Head Girls room which I acquired this year. The privacy of having my own room allowed our couplings to become more frequent and practice truly does make perfect.

He smiled when he came in. I love the way his cheeks dimple when he gives me that devilish grin. It doesn’t take long for him to shrug off his uniform. I, always prepared, had already disrobed and was impatiently waiting for him under the red and gold blankets.

I enjoyed watching him undress and he obliged me with a small show. Years ago his confidence wouldn’t have allowed this but now he did it with a smile to please me. I could feel myself getting wetter as I watched his body slowly revealed to me. His chest was muscular now, years of quidditch training making their mark. He slowly removed his trousers, freeing the object I so desired. I licked my lips in anticipation as I felt my own juices running down my thigh.

There was no preamble tonight. He slid between the sheets gracefully and smashed his lips to mine. His hands were like fire against my skin as they snaked their way down between my legs. His fingers had become well practiced in this act and it didn’t take him long to bring me to shuddering gasps. He knew what I liked. His thumb rubbed my clit while his fingers pumped into my sex. His tongue, that incredible tongue, was flicking at my nipples and sending me into bliss.

He grinned at me when he brought his hand back up to his mouth and licked off my juices. That little taste seemed to tease him as he scooted down and licked at my folds. This was bliss. I arched my back and rewarded his efforts with a moan. My fingers weaved through his ginger hair as he sucked on my little nub. I was close to climax and he could tell because his laps had quickened. I shuddered, stars bursting behind my eyelids. He kissed my folds tenderly as waves of ecstasy washed over me. He enjoyed pleasing me, it gave him great pleasure to see me in the throws of passion.

I pulled him up to me, kissing the remains of myself from his lips. He positioned himself on top of me. I threw my legs around him, wrapping them around his back. His entry was slow and he made the most delicious sound. I too moaned in pleasure as my body accepted his.

His pace was smooth and he whispered his love for me as we coupled. It was always this way with Ron. I was lucky to have a man that adored me as he did. He thrust in and out, moaning in delight just as I did. I could never hold myself back with him, I was delirious in pleasure and was always very vocal.

He sped up, nearing his peak. I was already close. He pumped into me, hitting that spot that drove me mad. Delight wracked through my body as my second orgasm washed over me. Through a sex induced haze I could hear him moan my name as he fell over the edge with me.

We lay next to each other in a soft embrace afterwards. He would caress my back until I fell asleep in his arms. Tomorrow, a Saturday, we’d wake up and do it all over again.


Remus and Sirius

It started when we were just kids at Hogwarts. We had stolen nights of passion in the dormitories, deserted corridors, forgotten broom cupboards and any other empty and inconspicuous place. He had taken pity on me. I was the odd boy that disappeared once a month for odd reasons. Sirius had befriended me and it wasn’t long before he became much more. We eventually felt more than we’d intended and lust blossomed into love. Now, he’s home and my heart is so full of life again.

He always hated Grimmauld Place and I couldn’t blame him. When I arrived there, careful to make certain that none of the Order members were about, it had been my intent to relieve his frustration with being in a place he despised.

He came out of the kitchen when I entered and I saw something flash across his dark eyes. His hair, now tamed and silky, fell across his face. I couldn’t help but smile. He stalked toward me, his eyes never leaving mine as he crossed the main hallway. Before I knew what was happening his lips were against mine. The kiss was needy and crushing. He pushed himself against me roughly and I almost cried out as my back slammed against the wooden doorframe. His lips seemed locked to mine as his hands roamed up and down my body.

In the rush of things I wasn’t sure exactly what had happened. My tattered robes were heaped on the floor and he was unzipping my trousers with haste as splayed wet kisses across my chest. I moaned incoherently. It was wonderful to feel his hands against my skin again, even if it was so different. Not all couplings had to be romantic and I was not fool enough to believe that we could relive the old days when love was enough to keep us going.

My trousers pooled at my feet and Sirius turned his attention to his own zip as his lips found my neck again. I reached out, grasping his hips and pulling his closer. My hands wandered upward, diving under his jumper to feel the scarred skin that he hid. He was still smooth in the same places with wiry hairs dispersed across his chest. He moaned when my fingers pinched his nipples and I sighed in contentment.

He was rough but I was willing. He pushed me forward and I bent my back obligingly. There was no pretense nor preparation, he was too desperate. I heard what might have been the sound o him spitting into his hand before I felt him nudging at my opening. I moaned at the new feeling, the pressure that he was placing there. This seemed to encourage him and he threw his whole body into one thrust.

I yelped in both pain and surprise. Without any lubricant it was bound to hurt. Sirius grunted in recognition of my discomfort and murmured a spell under his breath. I felt the pain ebb away and he thrust violently when I cooed in pleasure. He was erratic, thrusting wildly, moaning, hissing and squealing all at once. My cock had grown rock hard and I wrapped my hand around it as he fucked me. Before, he had always gotten me off before he topped me. My pleasure was a part of his back then. Tonight it was different.

He continued his manic thrusting and I stroked myself in time with his movements. When I felt the pressure building I heard him mutter my name. Perhaps it was my imagination but I thought he’d said, “My Remus.” He’d called me that when we were young, before he’d been sent to Azkaban. The sound of it, whether real or imagined, had an effect on me. The tight coil in my stomach released and I spilled myself all over my hand. My muscles must have tightened during my climax and Sirius shuddered and thrust a few more times before falling limply onto my back.

We stayed there, sprawled in a tangle of limbs on the floor of the entrance hall to Grimmauld Place. I didn’t speak, just sat there thinking about what had just happened. Sirius had his head in my lap and my hand found its way to his dark locks. I weaved my fingers through the silken strands and contented myself to sit silently like this.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered after many minutes of silence. I looked down awkwardly. “For not…not being tender.”

“You don’t have to explain,” I said as I stroked his cheek with my thumb.

“My Remus, always so understanding,” he said.