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Gilderoy Lockhart in the DADA Classroom with an Enchanted Mirror
Title: The Bright Future
Author:ceria
Character: Gilderoy Lockhart
Location: DADA room
Object: enchanted mirror
Other Characters: None but himself
Rating: R
Warnings: outlandish egomania?
Word Count: 1,200ish
Disclaimer: JRK owns them and makes all the profit, not me.
Author's Notes: Thank you to my beta.
Boring, boring boring. Hogwarts at night was too quiet a place.
The castle became slightly more mysterious as he walked through the dark corridors, dimly lit by flickering candelabras, looking for some sort of entertainment. He wasn't even worried about detention, considering he always managed to deter those, thanks to his bright smile. No one, including the professors, were immune to that.
Sighing, Gilderoy undid the spell which locked the Defence classroom and wandered inside, picking up various dead creatures on the shelves. Professor Knuttle used them as examples, too afraid to bring in live animals. Pfft. How boring. The fun creatures that could be brought into the classroom that they only ever read about! Even amongst the skeletons, nothing caught his interest. Except the massive Maplewood desk. Dropping into the leather chair, he set his dragonskin boots on top of the stacks of rolled parchment that must be yesterday's assignments. A glimmer of light caught his eyes and he reached into the egress beneath the desk to find a small mirror hanging there.
What in the world? Gilderoy wondered, turning it around to look at the etched silver, decorated with fleur-de-lis. Blowing the dust off it, he stared at the shiny silver back, tilting his head fetchingly. Except that it slightly distorted his image -- how unacceptable!
Still perfect, he decided as he flipped the mirror around to inspect his pretty smile, sliding his tongue across his teeth to make them glisten. Until his blond hair and blue eyes faded into a pattern of swirling colours, much like a child's lolly. How could such a thing dare to deform his flawlessness? It reformed seconds later with an older version of himself, dressed in vibrant plum robes, gracing the cover of… Witch's Weekly.
How in Merlin's name? Actually, it didn't matter if this was the truth or a possible future, because what a goal to have! Laughing, Gilderoy thought about the ridiculous defence classroom he was in and how these studies would never help him. The mirror swirled into a mix of colours again, this time orange and yellow, revealing him in a brilliant blue outfit that matched his eyes perfectly. He was holding a book about trolls.
Oh, this was phenomenal; Gilderoy sighed, leaning back slightly in the chair as he stared at himself. No one else is this gorgeous, he thought as he examined his older flawless complexion and admired how well the fold of the robes complimented him. While his hair was much shorter, Gilderoy still liked it. He touched the tip of one finger to the short hair in the mirror and his older version sighed, tilting his head as if trying to lean into the caress. The poor man, he must be lonely with no one to admire him.
His cock hardened at the idea of playing with himself – both selves. Oh, why not? It wasn't like anyone else could maintain his interest, after all. Pushing aside his obsidian robes, Gilderoy wrapped baby-soft fingers around his cock. His mirror image held up his hands for inspection and Gilderoy smiled, glad that they were still smooth with no noticeable calluses. At least he took care of his skin.
The image in the mirror raised an eyebrow at him then glanced down. That familiar look of encouragement, one that Gilderoy oft used on others to make them continue. Was it possible he could see?
Oh, to show off for his older self, what a lovely thing to do. Rotating his shoulders until he was comfortable, Gilderoy undid his robes and tossed them over the chair, giving his olive skin a backdrop of black instead of burgundy leather that didn't match his complexion. His older self leaned forward as well, one hand touching his lips in expectation.
"Show me what other great things I'll do," Gilderoy said, the rhythm of his voice matching the speed of his hand. The mirror swirled, the bright colours settling into emerald with silver trim. That Gilderoy carried a book about werewolves.
"Oh, good choice," he said, noting the expensive silk robes. His thumb slid over the head of his cock, rubbing small circles. Nothing could turn him on like a set of tailored dress robes and he admired the bright green shade. They didn't match his eyes very well, but the cut emphasized his physique to perfection.
Sighing, Gilderoy closed his eyes, his hand contracting around his hard cock. He loved this, the ridges of skin were so sensitive and if he did it himself, he didn't have to worry about calloused fingers, girls with sharp nails, or anyone who couldn't cover their teeth quite right. What if one of them left a scar?
It was a shame he wasn't born double jointed like some boys he knew. How glorious would it be to never need a pair of lips on his cock but his own. He had tried of course, spending time while he exercised daily, working on stretching his spine, twisting his body. He glanced at the mirror again and smiled as the man stood up and stretched, bending forward to touch his toes, his body folding almost completely in half.
Would he be that limber some day? Did that mean his daily stretches would really work? Excited, Gilderoy stopped moving his hand to lean closer. The man in the mirror smiled once again and slowly - too leisurely! - undid the buttons on his gorgeous robes and let them fall to the ground, pooling around his delicate feet in a sheen of jade silk.
He stepped out of his robes and bent his naked body to the side, left then right while Gilderoy watched, envious of that supple spine. With a wave of his wand, the man in the mirror made the silk robes transfigure into a low chair and delicately sat down, his cock already hard, jutting out proudly from his narrow hips, tapping against his flat stomach. How perfect.
That flawless body leaned over, and Gilderoy gasped with desire as he watched himself, his back bending like a weeping willow limb, doubling over on itself, until he stuck out his tongue and licked the foreskin of his cock.
Oh! Groaning with need, wanting to clap his hands in appreciation of that act, Gilderoy began to move his hand faster as he watched, his own fingers caressing his generous cock, sliding up and down, the foreskin revealing the tip, the cold air in the room the only thing licking him.
But in the mirror! The image there wrapped his hand around, thin fingers barely reaching around the girth, sliding his hand up and down, exposing the head for his tongue to tease. That bright pink, tender skin that Gilderoy licked, his tongue swirling around the ridge, his lips dripping with pre come as he greedily sucked himself.
It wasn't fair to be forced to watch such an act and Gilderoy had to set the mirror down so he could lick the palm of his hand, letting the saliva build up, cupping it to hold it in, and covered the tip of his cock, pretending it was his mouth instead.
Groaning as he began to orgasm, he squeezed the concave part of his palm tight, his other hand speeding up, pumping quickly as he imagined his perfect future.
Title: The Bright Future
Author:
ceriaCharacter: Gilderoy Lockhart
Location: DADA room
Object: enchanted mirror
Other Characters: None but himself
Rating: R
Warnings: outlandish egomania?
Word Count: 1,200ish
Disclaimer: JRK owns them and makes all the profit, not me.
Author's Notes: Thank you to my beta.
Boring, boring boring. Hogwarts at night was too quiet a place.
The castle became slightly more mysterious as he walked through the dark corridors, dimly lit by flickering candelabras, looking for some sort of entertainment. He wasn't even worried about detention, considering he always managed to deter those, thanks to his bright smile. No one, including the professors, were immune to that.
Sighing, Gilderoy undid the spell which locked the Defence classroom and wandered inside, picking up various dead creatures on the shelves. Professor Knuttle used them as examples, too afraid to bring in live animals. Pfft. How boring. The fun creatures that could be brought into the classroom that they only ever read about! Even amongst the skeletons, nothing caught his interest. Except the massive Maplewood desk. Dropping into the leather chair, he set his dragonskin boots on top of the stacks of rolled parchment that must be yesterday's assignments. A glimmer of light caught his eyes and he reached into the egress beneath the desk to find a small mirror hanging there.
What in the world? Gilderoy wondered, turning it around to look at the etched silver, decorated with fleur-de-lis. Blowing the dust off it, he stared at the shiny silver back, tilting his head fetchingly. Except that it slightly distorted his image -- how unacceptable!
Still perfect, he decided as he flipped the mirror around to inspect his pretty smile, sliding his tongue across his teeth to make them glisten. Until his blond hair and blue eyes faded into a pattern of swirling colours, much like a child's lolly. How could such a thing dare to deform his flawlessness? It reformed seconds later with an older version of himself, dressed in vibrant plum robes, gracing the cover of… Witch's Weekly.
How in Merlin's name? Actually, it didn't matter if this was the truth or a possible future, because what a goal to have! Laughing, Gilderoy thought about the ridiculous defence classroom he was in and how these studies would never help him. The mirror swirled into a mix of colours again, this time orange and yellow, revealing him in a brilliant blue outfit that matched his eyes perfectly. He was holding a book about trolls.
Oh, this was phenomenal; Gilderoy sighed, leaning back slightly in the chair as he stared at himself. No one else is this gorgeous, he thought as he examined his older flawless complexion and admired how well the fold of the robes complimented him. While his hair was much shorter, Gilderoy still liked it. He touched the tip of one finger to the short hair in the mirror and his older version sighed, tilting his head as if trying to lean into the caress. The poor man, he must be lonely with no one to admire him.
His cock hardened at the idea of playing with himself – both selves. Oh, why not? It wasn't like anyone else could maintain his interest, after all. Pushing aside his obsidian robes, Gilderoy wrapped baby-soft fingers around his cock. His mirror image held up his hands for inspection and Gilderoy smiled, glad that they were still smooth with no noticeable calluses. At least he took care of his skin.
The image in the mirror raised an eyebrow at him then glanced down. That familiar look of encouragement, one that Gilderoy oft used on others to make them continue. Was it possible he could see?
Oh, to show off for his older self, what a lovely thing to do. Rotating his shoulders until he was comfortable, Gilderoy undid his robes and tossed them over the chair, giving his olive skin a backdrop of black instead of burgundy leather that didn't match his complexion. His older self leaned forward as well, one hand touching his lips in expectation.
"Show me what other great things I'll do," Gilderoy said, the rhythm of his voice matching the speed of his hand. The mirror swirled, the bright colours settling into emerald with silver trim. That Gilderoy carried a book about werewolves.
"Oh, good choice," he said, noting the expensive silk robes. His thumb slid over the head of his cock, rubbing small circles. Nothing could turn him on like a set of tailored dress robes and he admired the bright green shade. They didn't match his eyes very well, but the cut emphasized his physique to perfection.
Sighing, Gilderoy closed his eyes, his hand contracting around his hard cock. He loved this, the ridges of skin were so sensitive and if he did it himself, he didn't have to worry about calloused fingers, girls with sharp nails, or anyone who couldn't cover their teeth quite right. What if one of them left a scar?
It was a shame he wasn't born double jointed like some boys he knew. How glorious would it be to never need a pair of lips on his cock but his own. He had tried of course, spending time while he exercised daily, working on stretching his spine, twisting his body. He glanced at the mirror again and smiled as the man stood up and stretched, bending forward to touch his toes, his body folding almost completely in half.
Would he be that limber some day? Did that mean his daily stretches would really work? Excited, Gilderoy stopped moving his hand to lean closer. The man in the mirror smiled once again and slowly - too leisurely! - undid the buttons on his gorgeous robes and let them fall to the ground, pooling around his delicate feet in a sheen of jade silk.
He stepped out of his robes and bent his naked body to the side, left then right while Gilderoy watched, envious of that supple spine. With a wave of his wand, the man in the mirror made the silk robes transfigure into a low chair and delicately sat down, his cock already hard, jutting out proudly from his narrow hips, tapping against his flat stomach. How perfect.
That flawless body leaned over, and Gilderoy gasped with desire as he watched himself, his back bending like a weeping willow limb, doubling over on itself, until he stuck out his tongue and licked the foreskin of his cock.
Oh! Groaning with need, wanting to clap his hands in appreciation of that act, Gilderoy began to move his hand faster as he watched, his own fingers caressing his generous cock, sliding up and down, the foreskin revealing the tip, the cold air in the room the only thing licking him.
But in the mirror! The image there wrapped his hand around, thin fingers barely reaching around the girth, sliding his hand up and down, exposing the head for his tongue to tease. That bright pink, tender skin that Gilderoy licked, his tongue swirling around the ridge, his lips dripping with pre come as he greedily sucked himself.
It wasn't fair to be forced to watch such an act and Gilderoy had to set the mirror down so he could lick the palm of his hand, letting the saliva build up, cupping it to hold it in, and covered the tip of his cock, pretending it was his mouth instead.
Groaning as he began to orgasm, he squeezed the concave part of his palm tight, his other hand speeding up, pumping quickly as he imagined his perfect future.
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