Mad-eye licked his lips again. The cock that seemed to be filling under his heated gaze was nothing short of...well...short. It would be, perhaps, five inches when fully aroused. It was uncut, the sheathing hood of skin fully hiding the glans from his sight. He'd often wondered if he could hex Snape's mouth shut with impunity and fuck him to the side of the Light, but seeing how sweet his little cock was, Moody thought he would have been better off dropping to his knees and worshipping the good mouthful. He reached out and stroked one finger from the base of it to the top, glancing up every few seconds to see if Snape's enchantment was breaking, but it held, and he continued his touching, turning the light strokes into his whole hand wrapping easily around Snape's cock and drawing the blood up into to make it stiffen into, yes, five inches of mouth-watering pleasure.

Before he bent forward to partake of his unexpected treat, Moody regretfully released that lovely small cock and pulled his wand from his forearm holster. He pointed it at the door and cast a locking and silencing charms, with a bit of a alarm spell mixed in so he'd have time to set things to rights if anyone else was up and about. Then, with that out of the way, he put away his wand and scooted closer to bend over and just mouth Snape's cock, the fingers of his right hand curling down to roll the bollocks below in time with his breaths.

He'd always secretly loved the story of Sleeping Beauty, the idea of finding a quiescent body, laid out in silence, just waiting for the first man to caress it, to bring it to life with a firm application of virility...he shook the fantasy out of his head and let his lips close over the top of Snape's penis, suckling gently as he rolled the skin collar down to introduce the dark cockhead to his questing tongue. He tasted a bit sour, but he was all man. Moody hummed tunelessly and was surprised when Snape's legs fell open and the man groaned.

Moody stilled with Snape's cock on his tongue and his eyes darting up the lean body to see if there were dark eyes staring back at him, but no, Snape was still held in Morpheus' arms and his small cock was nestled quite easily inside Moody's mouth, pleasant weight on his tongue. He pulsed his mouth around it, bobbing up and down in a varying rhythm as it stiffened even more under his attentions. He pressed his other palm down on his own dick as it throbbed under his robes. It had been years since he'd sucked off someone with such a delightfully small cock and his body was responding most delightedly.

Finally, Moody's neck was getting tired so he pushed down until his nose was in Snape's short and curlies and he began swallowing. The prick was too small to be stuck in his throat, but the motion massaged the cockhead and soon Snape's spunk filled his mouth, a slightly sour flavour that Moody kept in his mouth until he pulled off of that small mouthful and spit into a pile of dirty tissues in the trash nearby. He leaned back after wiping out his mouth with another tissue and then pushed aside his robes to fist himself and come with a sighing grunt. He wanted to doze right there, but circumstances being what they were, he set Snape to rights, banished the spunky tissues, slowly hobbled back to his own bed, and, as an afterthought, removed his spells with a tired flick of his wand.

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Ron got up at six o'clock, as per the usual, but it was only when he was sipping his coffee that he realized he hadn't been shouted awake by Mad-eye Moody's morning bellows. He wandered through the small kitchen and into the hallway outside the other bedrooms, listening. He heard Black moving around, but the room with Moody and Snape was quiet...too quiet.

Ron opened the door without knocking and found Moody splayed out across his bed, his regrowing leg stuck out from under the covers. Snape was in the centre of his bed, strangely enough with a slight smile twisting his lips. Ron shook his head and pulled the door closed until the lock engaged and then he stepped away.

He didn't see Sirius lurking in the shadows, his eyes fixed steadily on the closed door.