Severus made certain the doors were barred as well as magically-sealed. He'd chased the portraits from the room with the stench of turpentine. It was a Hogsmeade Weekend. It was perfect for what he needed to do.
The spell rolled around his mouth and across his tongue, stirring his loins and his blood as the vowels tripped past his snaggled teeth and over his red, red lips. His cock answered with a bob and a weave and poked majestically through his unbuttoned robes, the rosy mushroom head winking at him as the spell sank into his skin.
He leaned one hip against his desk with a grimacing smirk and waving his wand like he was directing an orchestra. He bit his lip, hips pumping in time with the singing in his veins, as the spell--that oh-so-gloriously perverse spell--literally pulled the jism from him, a white trail of stars made spunk that swirled around him like the blue of the spell's magic.
As the opalescent stream flowed, Severus' hips bucks and he groaned out his secret to the potions laboratory air. As the spell clutched at him once more, he spilled ink across the desk's edge, a bloody contrast to his jism. Severus moaned out his completion and sank back onto the desk's edge, fingers fluttering over the spilled ink.
"Best way to wave a wand, whatever Filius says," he sighed.
The spell rolled around his mouth and across his tongue, stirring his loins and his blood as the vowels tripped past his snaggled teeth and over his red, red lips. His cock answered with a bob and a weave and poked majestically through his unbuttoned robes, the rosy mushroom head winking at him as the spell sank into his skin.
He leaned one hip against his desk with a grimacing smirk and waving his wand like he was directing an orchestra. He bit his lip, hips pumping in time with the singing in his veins, as the spell--that oh-so-gloriously perverse spell--literally pulled the jism from him, a white trail of stars made spunk that swirled around him like the blue of the spell's magic.
As the opalescent stream flowed, Severus' hips bucks and he groaned out his secret to the potions laboratory air. As the spell clutched at him once more, he spilled ink across the desk's edge, a bloody contrast to his jism. Severus moaned out his completion and sank back onto the desk's edge, fingers fluttering over the spilled ink.
"Best way to wave a wand, whatever Filius says," he sighed.