He kneeled in front of the door, nude, legs spread, head down, and arms behind his back. This was how he was to greet master every day. If he was a good boy he would be allowed to suck master's cock. If he were bad, he would receive a punishment fitting to whatever transgression he had committed.
To be honest, he didn’t know if he preferred to be rewarded or punished. Master could usually tell when he needed punished.
"Such a good boy for me Draco."
It looked like today Harry, no, Master, would give him a reward. So, good.
"I hate quickies," Harry panted as Severus fucked him fast and hard.
"Try not to soil our robes this time," was not the answer he was looking for.
"If you would wait until tonight, when we can take off all our clothes..."
"If you were not an insufferable brat, hellbent on being a teacher as well."
"Hurry Professor, lunch is almost over."
Severus pushed in one last time and moaned as he released inside of his lover. After they finished he stepped back and frowned at the mess left.
"You made it this mess, you clean it up," Harry ordered.
~Fin~
-------------------------------------------------------------------------- Title: More Than a Pestle, Warning(s): Pervertibles, Warning(s): Harry/Severus, Rating: Nc-17, Word Count: 100
Severus sat back, enjoying the view. "Is this what you had in mind when you snuck out tonight, Mr. Potter?"
Harry could only moan as the pestle fucked his arse.
"If I had known that The Boy Who Lived, craved something, I would have done this long before now."
"Fuck, Severus, will you cut the role play, all ready? Come on, I need your cock, not your potions equipment."
"Very well, you were the one to agree to this, beforehand."
"I didn't think you would refuse to touch me for more than an hour."
Draco loved Harry's tattoo. Loved listening to his lover give the snake directions. Loved to chase it up and down Harry's body.
His lover's laughter was contagious. Draco chittered merrily as he chased the tattoo around and then up his leg. Once his excess energy had been run off, he laid next to his love and smiled.
"I'm glad you got the tattoo," the blond confessed.
"I could tell," Harry hissed with a small smile.
Draco snorted and shook his head, "A Gryffindor speaking Parseltongue, I'll never get used to it."
"A Slytherin finding the language sexy, how very cliché."
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Title: Good, Warning(s): Submission, Pairing(s):Draco/Harry, Rating: R, Word Count: 100
He kneeled in front of the door, nude, legs spread, head down, and arms behind his back. This was how he was to greet master every day. If he was a good boy he would be allowed to suck master's cock. If he were bad, he would receive a punishment fitting to whatever transgression he had committed.
To be honest, he didn’t know if he preferred to be rewarded or punished. Master could usually tell when he needed punished.
"Such a good boy for me Draco."
It looked like today Harry, no, Master, would give him a reward. So, good.
~Fin~
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Title: Mess Warning(s): Rushed Sex, Pairing(s): Harry/Severus, Rating: Soft NC-17, Word Count: 100
"I hate quickies," Harry panted as Severus fucked him fast and hard.
"Try not to soil our robes this time," was not the answer he was looking for.
"If you would wait until tonight, when we can take off all our clothes..."
"If you were not an insufferable brat, hellbent on being a teacher as well."
"Hurry Professor, lunch is almost over."
Severus pushed in one last time and moaned as he released inside of his lover. After they finished he stepped back and frowned at the mess left.
"You made it this mess, you clean it up," Harry ordered.
~Fin~
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Title: More Than a Pestle, Warning(s): Pervertibles, Warning(s): Harry/Severus, Rating: Nc-17, Word Count: 100
Severus sat back, enjoying the view. "Is this what you had in mind when you snuck out tonight, Mr. Potter?"
Harry could only moan as the pestle fucked his arse.
"If I had known that The Boy Who Lived, craved something, I would have done this long before now."
"Fuck, Severus, will you cut the role play, all ready? Come on, I need your cock, not your potions equipment."
"Very well, you were the one to agree to this, beforehand."
"I didn't think you would refuse to touch me for more than an hour."
"It's called foreplay for a reason."
~Fin~
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Title: Tattoo, Warning(s): Tattoos, Pairing(s): Draco/Harry, Rating: PG-13, Word Count: 100
Draco loved Harry's tattoo. Loved listening to his lover give the snake directions. Loved to chase it up and down Harry's body.
His lover's laughter was contagious. Draco chittered merrily as he chased the tattoo around and then up his leg. Once his excess energy had been run off, he laid next to his love and smiled.
"I'm glad you got the tattoo," the blond confessed.
"I could tell," Harry hissed with a small smile.
Draco snorted and shook his head, "A Gryffindor speaking Parseltongue, I'll never get used to it."
"A Slytherin finding the language sexy, how very cliché."
~Fin~