Detention

The potions room was damp and cold at Harry slowly stepped across the stones that lined the floor. Professor Snape stood at the head of the room, his wand in hand.

“Nice of you to show up to detention, Potter.” His voice was slimy and harsh, as it always was, but the quality of the sharp notes were ever so slightly enhanced on this night.

“Yes sir—” The young Gryffindor was nervous, being this was his first detention of his first year at Hogwarts.

Snape nodded shrewdly and motioned the small boy towards him.

A shiver crawled up Harry’s spine as he moved closer to his professor. The tall man moved behind him in a swift motion, his robes swimming in the air like a cape.

“Do you know why you’re down here, Mr. Potter?” Snape breathed the cold words against his student’s neck, feeling the boy shake in front of him.

A light gasp slid past the young boys pursed lips. “No sir, I do not.” The brunette boy felt a droplet of sweat roll across his forehead. He was, in fact, within touching distance of the teacher that he had longed to be close to since the first day at Hogwarts.

Severus ran his fingers along the smooth curve of Harry’s neck, breathing hotly onto it. “I’ve seen your eyes roam over me as you sit erect in your seat, clinging to every word that falls out of my mouth.”

“Y-you have?” The Gryffindor froze as his professor’s thin fingers ran along his jaw and turned his head to the side.

The dark orbs of the older wizard met the green eyes of the first-year. “Yes,” was the only word that dropped from his mouth.

Harry’s pink tongue ran against his chapped lips as he twisted his body some to face his new teacher. He wanted to feel the other body next to his, on top of his, inside of his.

“I can read you innermost desires, Harry Potter. You’re quite the young man, aren’t you? Your tastes are so—how shall I put it?—mature.” The towering man wrapped his arm around the slender waist of the young boy.

The brunette boy couldn’t unlock his eyes from those of the other man. He wanted to grab hold of him and rip his robes away so his teacher could defile him.

“Shall we just get on with this? I know you want it, Potter.” The professor moved his head close to Harry’s so their lips were almost touching.

The Gryffindor boy shivered once more has he felt Snape’s hot breath against his tingling lips. He wrapped his arms around the shoulders of the tall man in front of him before speaking again. “Yes, please.” The words came out in breathy moan as the thoughts of what might happened polluted the boy’s young mind and caused him to become rather aroused.

Snape picked up the light boy and set him on top of the table that stood at the head of the large, dim room. Their lips seared as they finally met in a hot, passionate kiss. Though Harry was still young, and was still a virgin in every possible way, the Hogwarts professor took no time in running his tongue along the bottom lip of the boy as if asking permission to enter his mouth. This request was granted with no hesitation on the part of the innocent boy.

Thin fingers moved along the thick fabric of the boy’s trousers; Snape wanted to free Harry from his almost certain discomfort.

“Professor—” the boy gasped. The erection caught beneath his pants was quite uncomfortable, but he hadn’t expected the teacher to free him from them so soon.

“Do you want me to stop, Potter?” Snape seemed angered by the slight hesitation from the brunette boy.

Harry shook his head and spread his legs slightly. “No sir.” He really did want to be defiled by the gaunt man in front of him.

A large hand moved to unzip the dark trousers the hid the pale skin of the young student. The Gryffindor boy took in a sharp breath as he felt a hand slide into the gaping hole of his undone zipper and wrap around his prevalent erection.
“Aren’t we well endowed?” Snape said against the smooth lobe of Harry’s left ear. He moved his hand up and down the thick shaft of the boy’s cock.

The student’s skin burned red in embarrassment as he adjusted himself on the table and watched what his professor was doing to him. “I suppose, sir,” he pushed out of his lungs.

The older wizard moved his hand away and took a step backward, cocking his brow. He watched as Harry hunched forward, breathing heavily. “Remove your robes, Potter.”

“What?” the boy’s head shot up as his eyes met with the dark orbs of the older man.

Snape crossed his arms over his chest and repeated himself. “Remove your robes.”

His dark hair moved only slightly as Harry nodded and pulled his black robe over his head and tossed it on the floor, moving his fingers to unbutton his shirt and tug it off. He lifted his hips slightly to wiggle out of his pants and let them drop to the floor. He looked up at Snape, his skin flushed pink as he sat there completely nude.

“You’re such a good student,” Snape said in a silky tone. He stepped to the boy once more and placed his hands on the creamy skin of Harry’s thighs. He buried his face in the crease of the boy’s neck, planting hot kisses to it and nipping slightly at the perfect skin. Harry gasped and moaned, tugging at the flowing robes of his professor. If he was naked he didn’t want to be alone in it.

Snape pulled off his robes, revealing his nude upper half. Harry ran his hands over his professor’s chest as their lips met once more, their kisses hot and quick. The younger boy wrapped his legs around the other man’s hips as he moved his hands lower to rip open the button of the wizard’s trousers.

“Someone’s rather impatient,” Snape growled between kisses. He let his opened pants fall to the stone floor as he tipped his new student onto his back and pulled the boy’s legs over his shoulder.

Harry tipped his head back and locked his ankles together as they rested on the strong back of the man that was kissing over his inner thighs. His chest heaved as his stomach tightened slightly with the heightened pleasure.

Snape’s kisses moved up the boy’s inner thighs and to his hot stomach. He moved his hand swiftly against his throbbing red cock as he tried his best to control himself from ripping the young boy apart with his animalistic needs.

The Gryffindor boy began to push the professor’s head lower being that his erect, dripping cock was in need of some attention. Snape understood this and drank the small pool of precum that had begun to form on the smooth stomach of the young boy. He took the dark head of the boy’s cock into his wanting mouth and sucked lightly, moaning as he heard the sounds from his student, that had been induced by the actions of his mouth.

The professor ran his tongue down over Harry’s balls before lifting them lightly with his hand. The boy looked down as he felt a slick tongue running between his cheeks. He spread his legs more as the tip of Snape’s tongue rolled around his tight hole.

The thin boy arched his back as the professor slid his tongue gently into the tight ring of muscle. Short fingers tangled in the hair of the teacher as he rolled his tongue around inside of his young student.

“More—” Harry groaned as Snape worked the tight hole with his tongue. “Use your fingers—please.” Fire burned within the stomach of the boy. He needed the attention of something larger inside of him. Something thicker. Something massive.

The professor bit the inner thigh of his student. “You impatient git! If you’re going to complain then I’m not going to cater to you.” The man stood up straight, his hard red cock smacking against the top of the desk. “You want more, do you?”

Harry gulped when he saw the massive length and girth of the Penis in front of him. Was he ready for it? “Professor…I—”
“I don’t care, Potter. I know you want this, and you know I want this. I’m sure, of all the students in this school; you can take me without much preparation. You are, in fact, the boy-who-lived, are you not?” The words came out in a slimy way, but Harry didn’t care. What his teacher was saying was the truth.

The boy nodded and looked Snape in the eye before gazing back at the dripping red cock that was about to enter his body. His stomach filled with butterflies at the slick tip of the member pressed against his tight hole.

Harry wrapped his thin arms around Snape’s shoulders as the red tip of his teacher’s cock delved inside of his hole. “Ngh—” he groaned, his body filling with sensations of pleasure and pain. It was a new feeling to have something so large being pressed inside of him. He, himself, had never used more than a few fingers when he had simulated the situation he was in at that moment.

Snape’s thin fingers held tightly to the boy’s hips as he slid deeper inside of his virgin hole. “You are quite the treat, Potter,” he said gruffly while pressing his lips to Harry’s ear.

The Gryffindor buried his face into the professor’s neck, biting down on the flesh that lay there. He wrapped his legs around his teacher’s hips and pulled himself nearer, wanting more of the thick cock that was pushing into his tight asshole.

A heavy moan pressed past Snape’s lips as the teeth sunk into his neck. He had always enjoyed aggressive lovers. He began to pound deeply into Harry’s virgin hole, grunting as he did so. He was already close.

A light sheen of sweat covered the smooth body of the young boy. He was moaning and crying out as he gripped onto his dripping cock. He wanted so bad to shoot his release all over his body, but he had to wait. He didn’t want to seem weak around his teacher, he couldn’t.

Snape dug his nails into the hips of the boy and growled loudly as he shot his seed inside of his student. The thin boy arched his back as ropes of semen spread over his stomach and chest. “Oh god…” Harry breathed.

The professor leaned down and licked some of the thick cum from the boy’s stomach. “You’re quite amazing, Potter.”
A deep blush covered Harry’s already pink skin. “As are you, sir.”