Severus moved up behind him. “Potter, you bad, bad boy,” Severus murmured, his hand sliding around him to encircle Potter’s erection. “You like this.”
“I’m seventeen,” Potter replied snarkily. “A stiff breeze makes me hard.”
“How…fortunate.” Severus murmured a Cleansing and Lubricating Charm. “Let’s see how my rod does, shall we?”
Potter groaned. “Oh that was terr—Oh, fuck!”
“Language,” Severus purred, pushing past the tight muscle at Potter’s entrance. Normally they took their time, but the game had made Severus’ need urgent. Thrusting deep, he clutched Potter’s hips, rotating for a moment inside him.
“You’re chastising me about cursing while your cock’s in my arse?” Potter asked, tone disbelieving.
Drawing back, Severus went deep again, shoving Potter’s body against his desk and startling a shout from him. “It’s my job…to curb your…reckless tendencies…and teach you…the proper way…to behave,” Severus panted as he fucked in and out of Potter. “That includes…monitoring your…language. Now, spread…your legs wider.”
“Yes, sir,” Potter gasped, and he widened his stance. It put him off balance, and taking advantage, Severus pushed him down until his face was pressed against the desk.
“I should have…tried this…earlier,” Severus said. “You clearly respond…to this…treatment.”
“Please, sir,” Potter begged. “Please—”
“If you come on my desk, I’ll make you clean it,” Severus warned. “With your tongue.”
“Oh, fuck.” Potter…no, it was Harry undulating beneath him, his Harry was back, somehow. “Severus—”
“Yes,” Severus groaned, speeding up. “Harry—”
“Fuck,” Harry sobbed, his feet coming up off the floor with each of Severus’ pushes. “Please—”
“You need to come?” Severus whispered, leaning over Harry’s back as he continued pistoning his cock in and out of him.
“Yes!” Harry groaned.
Severus kissed the skin between Harry’s shoulder blades. “Then come,” he said.
Harry howled, his body shaking as he orgasmed, spilling all over Severus’ desk and the papers he hadn’t bothered to remove.
Somehow, Severus managed to cling to sanity as Harry’s cock tried to milk his come from him, and the moment Harry’s trembles subsided, Severus growled and began thrusting in earnest.
Finally he came, spilling inside Harry. Gasping, he collapsed onto Harry’s back, pressing him onto the desk. They stayed like that for a minute.
“I’d call that a success,” Severus murmured, peeling himself off Harry.
Harry laughed softly. “I’d say so…yeah. That was brilliant.”
“I must concur,” Severus said, helping Harry up and Summoning his trousers and pants for him.
Once he was dressed, Harry smiled. “So, turnabout’s only fair. Are there any fantasies you’ve bene thinking about?”
Severus smirked. “Oh, I believe I can come up with one or two…interesting scenarios.”
Leaning in, Harry kissed him, laughing as he did so. “I’ll just bet you can.”
“I’m seventeen,” Potter replied snarkily. “A stiff breeze makes me hard.”
“How…fortunate.” Severus murmured a Cleansing and Lubricating Charm. “Let’s see how my rod does, shall we?”
Potter groaned. “Oh that was terr—Oh, fuck!”
“Language,” Severus purred, pushing past the tight muscle at Potter’s entrance. Normally they took their time, but the game had made Severus’ need urgent. Thrusting deep, he clutched Potter’s hips, rotating for a moment inside him.
“You’re chastising me about cursing while your cock’s in my arse?” Potter asked, tone disbelieving.
Drawing back, Severus went deep again, shoving Potter’s body against his desk and startling a shout from him. “It’s my job…to curb your…reckless tendencies…and teach you…the proper way…to behave,” Severus panted as he fucked in and out of Potter. “That includes…monitoring your…language. Now, spread…your legs wider.”
“Yes, sir,” Potter gasped, and he widened his stance. It put him off balance, and taking advantage, Severus pushed him down until his face was pressed against the desk.
“I should have…tried this…earlier,” Severus said. “You clearly respond…to this…treatment.”
“Please, sir,” Potter begged. “Please—”
“If you come on my desk, I’ll make you clean it,” Severus warned. “With your tongue.”
“Oh, fuck.” Potter…no, it was Harry undulating beneath him, his Harry was back, somehow. “Severus—”
“Yes,” Severus groaned, speeding up. “Harry—”
“Fuck,” Harry sobbed, his feet coming up off the floor with each of Severus’ pushes. “Please—”
“You need to come?” Severus whispered, leaning over Harry’s back as he continued pistoning his cock in and out of him.
“Yes!” Harry groaned.
Severus kissed the skin between Harry’s shoulder blades. “Then come,” he said.
Harry howled, his body shaking as he orgasmed, spilling all over Severus’ desk and the papers he hadn’t bothered to remove.
Somehow, Severus managed to cling to sanity as Harry’s cock tried to milk his come from him, and the moment Harry’s trembles subsided, Severus growled and began thrusting in earnest.
Finally he came, spilling inside Harry. Gasping, he collapsed onto Harry’s back, pressing him onto the desk. They stayed like that for a minute.
“I’d call that a success,” Severus murmured, peeling himself off Harry.
Harry laughed softly. “I’d say so…yeah. That was brilliant.”
“I must concur,” Severus said, helping Harry up and Summoning his trousers and pants for him.
Once he was dressed, Harry smiled. “So, turnabout’s only fair. Are there any fantasies you’ve bene thinking about?”
Severus smirked. “Oh, I believe I can come up with one or two…interesting scenarios.”
Leaning in, Harry kissed him, laughing as he did so. “I’ll just bet you can.”
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