How Do You Want It?

Warnings - Anal, Slash, Crossdressing, Role Playing, Oral, H/J, Under 18.

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The pleated skirt was green and black plaid, sitting just above mid thigh. A bare three inches of tantalizingly smooth skin sat below it. Beneath that, the long coltish legs were encased in white silk stockings. Briefly glancing at the gold buckled Mary Jane’s, Severus let his gaze travel back up the barely curved body. A collared shirt, as brightly white as the stockings and just as form fitting was bisected by a satin tie; the same shade of green as the markings on the skirt. Topping the vision of adolescent loveliness was the shyly smiling face of Harry Potter, his hair magically lengthened to compliment his attire.

Breathing deeply, Severus gripped the arms of his chair, restraining himself from jumping from his seat, striding across the room and bending the boy over one of the many desks. When Harry had mentioned acting out a few of his fantasies, cross-dressing had never even occurred to Severus. It seemed a bit too advanced for the Savior of the Wizarding world, at least in Severus’ slightly jaded opinion. The boy had been a virgin when they started their relationship after all, at least in regards to males.

“Do you like it?” Harry asked softly, giving the bottom of his skirt a tug.

“You look… lovely.”

“You don’t think it’s… weird?”

“Not in the slightest, Ms…”

“Just Harry.”

“Well then, Harry, what can I do for you?” Severus asked, leaning back in his chair.

“I was hoping that maybe, if you had the time, you could tutor me.”

Harry stepped forward, moving to stand in front of Severus, his hips resting on the desk’s edge.

“Wouldn’t you prefer the help of another student?”

“Oh no Professor, you’re the only one that can teach me what I need to know.”

Boosting himself up, Harry set himself on the edge of the desk and leaned back, supporting his weight with his hands. Severus could only watch as he spread his legs slowly, revealing a wealth of gloriously bare skin. Leaning forward, Severus ran his potion-stained fingers along Harry’s calves, up along the back of his knees to his thighs, pressing them further apart. Harry moaned softly, moving his hand to tug his skirt up enough to show Severus just how aroused he was.

Severus leaned down, swiping his tongue across the head of his cock, teasing the slit with a few gentle flicks. Harry whimpered, fingers clenching in the pleats of his skirt as he tugged it higher. Massaging the smooth skin beneath his palms, Severus sucked the dripping prick into his mouth. Relaxing his throat, he bore down, humming his approval as Harry collapsed across the desk.

“Oh… please!” Harry cried, hips jerking as Severus took him deeper into his mouth.

Trailing his fingers up, Severus teased the silky skin atop Harry’s thighs, sliding his thumb down across the drawn up bollocks, along the sensitive skin behind them until he reached his goal. The wrinkled ring of muscle gave under his thumb and Severus almost chuckled, Harry had definitely come prepared. Harry raised his right leg, bumping Severus’ shoulder as his heel caught on the edge of the desk. The minor adjustment left his legs splayed farther apart and Severus wasted no time reaching down with his free hand to tug at the placket of his trousers. As his cock sprang free of its confines Severus pulled back, sucking the head of Harry’s prick strongly before releasing it with a pop. Stroking himself, he teased Harry with a few steady thrusts of his thumb.

“Just begging to be fucked aren’t you.” Severus murmured, rising from his chair.

“Yes! Oh… fuck me Professor!”

Holding out his hand, Harry raised his other leg, hooking it behind Severus’ hip to tug him closer. Removing his thumb, Severus grasped Harry’s waist firmly, tugging his arse to the very edge of the desk. Holding himself steady, he teased Harry, letting the head of his cock breach the loosened hole before pulling back. Harry whined, digging his heel harder into Severus’ back, trying to force him closer. Moving his hand to Harry’s prick Severus wrapped his fingers around it as he thrust home. Harry arched up off the desk, pressing his hips back as he cried out.

Tugging the cock in his hand, Severus set up a bruising pace, bollocks slapping the rounded cheeks of Harry’s arse with every inward thrust. Harry began to babble, words of nonsense equating to ‘faster’ and ‘harder’ as Severus pummeled his prostate intently. Twisting his wrist, Severus sped up his pace, gripping Harry’s shoulder as he began to slide across the desk. Harry keened, legs locking as the desk began to rock with the force of Severus’ thrusts. Shots of cum, hot and sticky erupted from Harry’s prick, splattering across Severus’ hand as well as Harry’s shirt and tie. A few more steady thrusts and Severus froze, hips arching forward as he filled Harry’s battered insides with his seed.

Panting, Severus slowly pulled back; extricating himself from the obviously exhausted body sprawled across his desk. Harry barely seemed to register Severus’ movements but for a soft moan when Severus pulled his spent cock free. Leaning down to grab his wand from where it’d fallen, Severus quickly waved it, cleaning them both before tucking himself away. Harry sat up slowly, wincing a little even as he ran his hand through his messy hair with a smile.

“I trust you’ve learned something from today’s… session?”

“Oh yes.” Harry replied, easing off the desk to press a kiss to Severus’ cheek. “But I’m sure there’s so much more you can teach me.”

“Indeed.” Severus said, eyeing the subtle swing of Harry’s hips as he headed for the door.