(probably should warn for underage?? and also badness.)
"Wand out," SNape commanded. Harry felt overcome. He'd been fighting and failing against Snape's mental intrusions for hours now, soaked in sweat, his fringe matted to his forehead. He'd held his deepest secrets, fantasies locked away in the deepest (shit I already used that word, fuck) part of his mind that he only let to the surface when he was safe in his dorm, ion his bed, scrutains drawn, only the sodt snores of his dormmats, the only sound in the room. haha. omg i can't write,. anyway. But now his defenses were mere tissue paper that Snape tore through to get to his prize. The images rose, and Harry desperately latched onto them, but they slipped through hsi figures like wisps of silk. Snae drawing his wnd down his shirt, neatly slicing it in two and stripping it away. Harry's trousers and pants were next, disappearing in thin air with a mere twist of Snape's wrist. SNape turned him against the desk--well, rather he bent Harry over his desk, breath hot against Harry's neck. The blunt tip of Snape's cock nudged between his cheeks.
The real Snape's eyes widened, his expression inscrutible. And Harry, cheeks burning red thought, "Fuck it" and unzipped his apnts. He drew his cock out, thick and pulsing with desire and stared Snape down.
"Not the wand I was referring to," Snape said. His lips pulled in a slow smile. "But it'll do."
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Date: 2022-11-07 06:50 pm (UTC)"Wand out," SNape commanded. Harry felt overcome. He'd been fighting and failing against Snape's mental intrusions for hours now, soaked in sweat, his fringe matted to his forehead. He'd held his deepest secrets, fantasies locked away in the deepest (shit I already used that word, fuck) part of his mind that he only let to the surface when he was safe in his dorm, ion his bed, scrutains drawn, only the sodt snores of his dormmats, the only sound in the room. haha. omg i can't write,. anyway. But now his defenses were mere tissue paper that Snape tore through to get to his prize. The images rose, and Harry desperately latched onto them, but they slipped through hsi figures like wisps of silk. Snae drawing his wnd down his shirt, neatly slicing it in two and stripping it away. Harry's trousers and pants were next, disappearing in thin air with a mere twist of Snape's wrist. SNape turned him against the desk--well, rather he bent Harry over his desk, breath hot against Harry's neck. The blunt tip of Snape's cock nudged between his cheeks.
The real Snape's eyes widened, his expression inscrutible. And Harry, cheeks burning red thought, "Fuck it" and unzipped his apnts. He drew his cock out, thick and pulsing with desire and stared Snape down.
"Not the wand I was referring to," Snape said. His lips pulled in a slow smile. "But it'll do."