|Celandine's Chronicle (celandineb) wrote in cels_fic_haven,|
@ 2011-08-22 14:47:00
|Entry tags:||hp fic draco/harry/severus, hp quill-it 100.3|
HP fic: A Little Discipline [Draco/Harry/Severus, adult]
Title: A Little Discipline
Length: 1557 words
Warnings: cross-dressing, bondage, paddling, rimming
Summary: Harry and Draco dress up for an appointment with Snape, but when they're late, he decides they need some reminders of proper behaviour.
Note: For quill_it, 100.3, prompt 91, "discipline".
"How do I look?" asked Draco, turning around slowly so that Harry could see him.
He was wearing a neatly pressed white shirt, a Slytherin tie, and a grey pleated skirt that ended just above his knees. Harry had helped him find a good depilation charm for his bare legs, and he wore white ankle socks and thin black leather shoes.
Harry grinned. "Far better than Pansy Parkinson ever did." Harry was likewise in student uniform, though with trousers instead of a skirt, and a Gryffindor tie.
"But you think Severus will like it?" asked Draco in a worried voice.
"I expect he will. If he doesn't, I certainly do." Harry pulled Draco into a close embrace, letting Draco feel just how much the sight of him had excited Harry already. "Come on. We don't want to be late."
They were, however. As they entered Snape's room, he gave a pointed glance at the clock and snapped, "I said eight o'clock precisely. It is now two minutes past the hour." Then he looked at them properly, and his eyes widened. "May I ask why you are wearing those clothes?"
Draco moved forward first and perched on the edge of Snape's desk, crossing his legs at the knee so that his already-short skirt hiked up even higher. "We thought you might enjoy the chance to give a different sort of detention than you ever could have when you were really a professor."
"I'm sure you remember some of the things you saw in my memory when you were trying to teach me Occlumency," Harry added, moving forward in turn and kneeling beside Snape's chair.
Snape wet his lips. "Yes, I remember. I was more curious why Malfoy chose to don a skirt for the occasion. Not that I'm objecting," he added hastily.
Draco gave him a saucy grin. "Don't I make a good-looking girl? Harry thought so. But I have toys no girl has." He reached for Snape's hand and guided it slowly up his leg. Harry watched and felt a surge of excitement as Draco's back arched, his hips thrusting forward into Snape's hand under his skirt.
"So you do." Snape's rich dark voice turned a shade colder as he said, "A student ought not to be so forward, however."
"No, sir," said Draco, Harry echoing him a second later.
"I believe you two require greater discipline. First late for our scheduled engagement, now taking it upon yourselves to make choices for me." Snape tapped the fingers of his free hand thoughtfully on the arm of his chair. " Malfoy, against the wall. Potter, fetch the paddle from my chest. Since it seems this was equally your idea, you can then join Malfoy."
Draco went and took hold of one of the two pairs of rings that were embedded in the wall, spreading his feet apart so that his ankles were next to a pair of rings at the floor. Once he had brought the paddle to Snape, Harry joined Draco, at the other double set of rings. They shared a tiny smile.
Cords appeared out of nowhere, twining around their ankles and wrists, securing them to the rings. Snape stepped close behind them.
He began to wield the paddle, following no particular pattern as he struck their still fully clothed buttocks and thighs. He might give Harry several blows in a row, then switch to alternating between them, then concentrate on Draco for a time. The unpredictability of it made it all the more stimulating. Somewhere around stroke thirty Snape Vanished Harry's trousers and pants; glancing sideways, Harry saw that Draco's arse was bare now, too.
Paddling warmed Harry's arse delightfully. Now that he was half-naked, each stroke felt sharper, more precise. The blood pounded in his cock, but Harry knew better than to try to rub it on the wall in front of him. Snape would never let them get away with that. When they played games of this sort, neither Harry nor Draco was allowed to come until Snape gave permission.
Beside him, Draco was flushed and panting, his shirt beginning to cling damply to his chest. Harry was sure he looked much the same.
"Fifty," said Draco with a gasp.
Harry had only reached forty-five, and he expected to receive more strokes, but instead Snape said, "Finite incantatem," to release their bonds.
"I'm not certain you have learned your lesson," he murmured, fondling their rigid cocks simultaneously. "What do you suppose we should do about that?"
"Whatever you think suitable, sir," said Harry.
Snape arched an eyebrow. "Have you any ideas, Mr Malfoy?"
"You could fuck me, sir, while Harry fucks you," suggested Draco.
Snape considered it, still idly stroking their pricks. His own was a visible bulge in his trousers. "Not a bad idea, but I believe we will do it the other way around."
Draco looked a little disappointed -- given a choice, he preferred to bottom -- but at Snape's command he obediently conjured a mattress to cushion the floor for them all.
"On your knees, Potter," ordered Snape, "and don't touch yourself. Perhaps Mr Malfoy will suck you off afterward."
Harry knelt. He expected Snape to use a lubrication spell, but instead felt the tingle of a cleaning charm, followed by the unmistakable feel of Snape's hands parting his cheeks and Snape's tongue wriggling into his arsehole. Harry groaned, digging his fingernails into the mattress, as Snape licked and sucked. A long blissful time later, he felt Snape's cock pushing into him, and then the increased pressure that said Draco had entered Snape's arse as well.
"Oh sir, oh sir," said Draco, setting the pace of thrusting. "Your arse is so hot, so tight, I'm not going to last long, sir, I'm sorry, you're just too fucking hot..."
He continued babbling in a similar vein, and Harry grinned to himself. Draco was always ridiculously vocal when having sex, but since both Harry and Snape enjoyed it, Snape usually let him speak. Harry's own arse felt filled almost to bursting as Snape thrust in and out, following Draco's rhythm.
"Oh please, please sir," cried out Draco, his voice rising in pitch. "I'm begging you, sir, please!"
Snape gave one quick caressing stroke to Harry's cock. "You may come, Malfoy."
Harry was tilted forward with the force of Draco's final thrusts, transmitted and amplified through Snape's body, before Draco came with a throaty groan.
"Thank you, sir," murmured Draco after a momentary pause.
"Get under Potter and suck him off," Snape told Draco.
Harry looked down his torso to see Draco's head appear under his belly. Draco gave him a sleepy satiated smile before his warm wet mouth closed over the tip of Harry's cock, his tongue probing the slit. Harry shuddered and clenched his arse in reaction.
"That's right, Potter," murmured Snape, beginning to thrust again. "Malfoy is going to get you nice and ready, but mind you don't come until I do."
"Yes, sir," said Harry, and groaned as the sensations threatened to overwhelm him.
Little sparkles of light went off behind his closed eyelids with every thrust into his arse by Snape, every deep suck on his prick by Draco. He whimpered and tightened his arse muscles again, trying to hold back the orgasm that threatened to explode through him despite Snape's stricture.
Snape was moving faster now, deeper, soft grunts coming from his throat as he moved. Drops of his sweat had begun to fall onto Harry's back.
"Harry..." Snape groaned out, and gave a final plunging thrust, shuddering and half collapsing over Harry's back.
"Please sir, now?" begged Harry. Draco's lips and tongue were working him to the point of no return.
"Yes, come," Snape murmured. His arms wrapped tight around Harry, holding him through the shuddering orgasm.
Draco licked Harry clean of both Harry's spunk and Snape's before slithering out from underneath and giving them each a long slow kiss. "I'm rather sorry you didn't leave my skirt on, though, Severus," he said as if picking up the thread of a conversation. "I had hoped you might dandle me on your knee and comfort me after my punishment."
Snape snorted. "You don't feel you've had adequate comfort?"
Draco shrugged, threading his fingers into the hair on Harry's chest. "No, only that I went to some trouble over that outfit and you didn't seem to care about it much."
Harry took Draco's hand and squeezed it. "I liked it, I told you so."
"Another time, Draco. You can't always have everything your way." Snape yawned. "I'm sure that you'll need disciplining again soon; perhaps I'll send you out to do errands dressed in your little schoolgirl skirt, and keep count of how many men try to flirt with you. Your punishment will be adjusted accordingly."
"Mm." Draco wriggled closer. "What will Harry get to do, then? Does he go with me?"
"Perhaps. Perhaps I'll have him wear nipple clamps all day." Snape stroked Harry's chest too, his fingers twining with Draco's. "You'd like that, wouldn't you, Potter?"
"Oh yeah," breathed Harry, turned on by the thought even though his cock was too spent to respond just yet.
"The very next paddling, though, one of you will give me." Snape's lips curled up in a hungry smile. "I need a little discipline myself, you know."