Additional warnings: very light spanking, not a lot else... sorry!
"Hey, Remus," said Harry, casual as anything as he wandered boldly into Remus's office without knocking.
Remus raised an eyebrow but didn't look up from the desk. "That's Professor Lupin to you, Mr Potter."
"Whatever you're into," Harry shrugged, half-sitting half-leaning against the desk, arse touching the corner of the parchment Remus was marking. "I thought the whole student/professor thing was the main problem but I'll call you that if you want, Professor"
The last word was so loaded, so suggestive that Remus had to take a slow breath. He looked up at Harry and oh, that was a mistake. He had changed out of his robes, lessons being finished for the day and his plain black v-neck and skinny jeans hugged every curve of muscle on his slender frame. Remus's primary undoing, though, was going to be what Harry had in his mouth. Remus assumed it was originally a pale orange mouse pop from Honeydukes, although Harry's sucking and licking of it had turned it into something smooth, shapeless and rather phallic. Remus turned back to the pile of homework, not without difficulty.
"We've discussed this, Mr Potter. You are a student and I am your professor. I have parchment to mark, so good evening to you." Remus was grateful of the desk hiding his lap, but he had to fight the urge to shift in his seat, anything to relieve some of the pressure of layers of fabric against his now hard cock. He knew Harry would recognise the move for what it was. He mustn't provide him any further excuse to pursue this forbidden liaison.
"I know we've discussed it, Professor," Harry began, slowly sashaying to the side of the desk, "But I'm a slow learner you see. I need you to teach me." There was a wet, dirty sound as Harry sucked again on his lollipop and Remus couldn't suppress the shiver that ran down his spine.
"Harry, please. This is entirely inappropriate." Remus could feel the heat rising to his cheeks. He could feel himself starting to lose control of this whole situation. Harry was so close to him now, he could smell the cinnamon-orange tang of the sweet on his breath.
Harry straightened up, brow knitted in concern. "Have I crossed a line, Professor?"
Remus deflated a little in relief, giving Harry a small nod.
"In that case, you'd better teach me a lesson." And with that, he dropped his trousers and leant over the desk, raising his pert arse enticingly.
"Hey, Remus," said Harry, casual as anything as he wandered boldly into Remus's office without knocking.
Remus raised an eyebrow but didn't look up from the desk. "That's Professor Lupin to you, Mr Potter."
"Whatever you're into," Harry shrugged, half-sitting half-leaning against the desk, arse touching the corner of the parchment Remus was marking. "I thought the whole student/professor thing was the main problem but I'll call you that if you want, Professor"
The last word was so loaded, so suggestive that Remus had to take a slow breath. He looked up at Harry and oh, that was a mistake. He had changed out of his robes, lessons being finished for the day and his plain black v-neck and skinny jeans hugged every curve of muscle on his slender frame. Remus's primary undoing, though, was going to be what Harry had in his mouth. Remus assumed it was originally a pale orange mouse pop from Honeydukes, although Harry's sucking and licking of it had turned it into something smooth, shapeless and rather phallic. Remus turned back to the pile of homework, not without difficulty.
"We've discussed this, Mr Potter. You are a student and I am your professor. I have parchment to mark, so good evening to you." Remus was grateful of the desk hiding his lap, but he had to fight the urge to shift in his seat, anything to relieve some of the pressure of layers of fabric against his now hard cock. He knew Harry would recognise the move for what it was. He mustn't provide him any further excuse to pursue this forbidden liaison.
"I know we've discussed it, Professor," Harry began, slowly sashaying to the side of the desk, "But I'm a slow learner you see. I need you to teach me." There was a wet, dirty sound as Harry sucked again on his lollipop and Remus couldn't suppress the shiver that ran down his spine.
"Harry, please. This is entirely inappropriate." Remus could feel the heat rising to his cheeks. He could feel himself starting to lose control of this whole situation. Harry was so close to him now, he could smell the cinnamon-orange tang of the sweet on his breath.
Harry straightened up, brow knitted in concern. "Have I crossed a line, Professor?"
Remus deflated a little in relief, giving Harry a small nod.
"In that case, you'd better teach me a lesson." And with that, he dropped his trousers and leant over the desk, raising his pert arse enticingly.