Remus stood, chair nearly toppling over behind him but he didn't care, all of his attention was on Harry. He knew he had stood to leave, because clearly that was the only sensible course of action here. Harry had been relentless, ever since he caught Remus watching him make his way, topless, to the Quidditch changing rooms. He wasn't a fool, he knew that a young, attractive man like Harry wouldn't have any long-term interest in him, but he would be happy to indulge him for a while. Not, however, while he holds such a position of power and responsibility over the boy. They only had to wait another three months, that was all. Three months was nothing, yet there was Harry, bent over Remus's desk with his pants around his ankles.
Delectable.
Remus raised his hand and quickly struck Harry's left buttock. "Is this what you want, Potter?"
Harry shot a grin over his shoulder. "You know what I want, Professor."
"Oh, I do." He stepped behind Harry, hands on bare hips, leaning forward until his bulge pressed against the crevice of Harry's arse. Harry gasped, then groaned when Remus pulled away. "But I also know that you do not deserve it, Mr Potter."
"Do you want me to beg?" He was already a little breathless, shamelessly rocking his hips, lightly rutting against the desk. "Is that what you're into, Sir?"
Remus made a non-committal noise as Harry reached behind himself and spread his cheeks. He turned away, scrubbing his palm over his face. He had to get out of there. He heard Harry shuffling and looked over his shoulder. Harry was still naked from the waist down but he had turned, leaning against the desk, cock jutting out from a nest of dark curls, eyes dark and wanting.
"Or would you rather I earn it on my knees?" He pushed away from the desk and knelt, barely a foot in front of Remus. "Crawl under your desk and worship your cock with my mouth before you let me ride you, is that what you want, Professor?"
Remus's head shook, his mouth opened and closed, but no sound was forthcoming. He stepped forward, hand reaching out shakily for Harry's jaw, fingers curling around the nape of his neck. He tugged and Harry followed, standing, looking up at Remus, lips parted.
He was gorgeous.
"Yes," Remus whispered, sealing their lips and death of his own conscience.
Remus stood, chair nearly toppling over behind him but he didn't care, all of his attention was on Harry. He knew he had stood to leave, because clearly that was the only sensible course of action here. Harry had been relentless, ever since he caught Remus watching him make his way, topless, to the Quidditch changing rooms. He wasn't a fool, he knew that a young, attractive man like Harry wouldn't have any long-term interest in him, but he would be happy to indulge him for a while. Not, however, while he holds such a position of power and responsibility over the boy. They only had to wait another three months, that was all. Three months was nothing, yet there was Harry, bent over Remus's desk with his pants around his ankles.
Delectable.
Remus raised his hand and quickly struck Harry's left buttock. "Is this what you want, Potter?"
Harry shot a grin over his shoulder. "You know what I want, Professor."
"Oh, I do." He stepped behind Harry, hands on bare hips, leaning forward until his bulge pressed against the crevice of Harry's arse. Harry gasped, then groaned when Remus pulled away. "But I also know that you do not deserve it, Mr Potter."
"Do you want me to beg?" He was already a little breathless, shamelessly rocking his hips, lightly rutting against the desk. "Is that what you're into, Sir?"
Remus made a non-committal noise as Harry reached behind himself and spread his cheeks. He turned away, scrubbing his palm over his face. He had to get out of there. He heard Harry shuffling and looked over his shoulder. Harry was still naked from the waist down but he had turned, leaning against the desk, cock jutting out from a nest of dark curls, eyes dark and wanting.
"Or would you rather I earn it on my knees?" He pushed away from the desk and knelt, barely a foot in front of Remus. "Crawl under your desk and worship your cock with my mouth before you let me ride you, is that what you want, Professor?"
Remus's head shook, his mouth opened and closed, but no sound was forthcoming. He stepped forward, hand reaching out shakily for Harry's jaw, fingers curling around the nape of his neck. He tugged and Harry followed, standing, looking up at Remus, lips parted.
He was gorgeous.
"Yes," Remus whispered, sealing their lips and death of his own conscience.