Fic: 'Smoking' in the Boy's Room (HPSS)

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Title: 'Smoking' in the Boy’s Room
Author: facecat
Prompt Number: 215 submitted by keppiehed
Kink Showcased: desperate masturbation
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Harry Potter and Severus Snape
Summary: Harry gets caught in the act
Warnings: none really
Word Count: 599
Author's Notes: A very large thanks for the awesomely speedy beta and kind words from literaryspell. keppiehed, I hope you enjoy. I suck at titles.


He didn’t know when it happened, exactly. When The Voice had begun to affect him. But soon after The Voice had begun to do so, other things followed suit. A raised eyebrow, a nonchalant hand gesture, the general snarkiness – the man really had quite the dry sense of humour if one knew what to listen for. Sitting there, listening and watching as Snape lectured and demonstrated, Harry tried to concentrate on what was being taught in class to no avail. His imagination and hormones were raging and it was all he could do to not squirm in his seat – too much. Raising his hand, Harry asked to be excused to the loo. An annoyed gesture from Snape and Harry practically bolted out the door to the nearest toilets, not stopping to note the questioning looks from the other students nor the curiosity on his professor’s face.

Giving cursory glances throughout the rest room to make sure it was empty, Harry entered a stall, removing his robe and flinging it over the door. He then unfastened his trousers and lowered them and his pants mid-thigh, wedging himself between the wall and commode. He grabbed the top of the partition with his left hand and his finally freed and very ready cock with his right, giving himself a squeeze. His entire body shuddered. Nearly desperate for release but wanting to prolong the sensation, he became lost in the feeling of slowly, firmly stroking himself. Lost enough that he didn’t hear the outer door open. The slow footsteps that stopped outside the stall door. He also didn’t notice the slow swing of the door opening.

Oh God! Harry was close, his imagination running rampant, filled with images of dark eyes, long fingers, pale skin…

‘Ahem.’

Oh, fuck. Harry’s eyes flew open as his head snapped to the door, eyes wide, mouth dropping open.

There stood Snape, slightly smirking, staring at Harry. Harry stood there, mortified yet even more aroused than before as the pulsing of his cock attested to. Watching as Snape lifted his arms to rest on top of either side of the door. Then those melted-dark-chocolate eyes of promised sin slowly began to roam down Harry’s body, stopping to stare—Oh, my god, Snape is staring at my cock!—at Harry’s engorged cock still wrapped in his hand. Harry felt said cock pulse again, exuding a few more drops. Snape slowly lifted his eyes back to Harry’s.

“Missster Potter,” he drawled. And that was all it took. A flush burned its way up Harry’s body then back down to pool in his groin as his orgasm crashed over him. He tried, unsuccessfully, to hold back a groan. He felt like his insides had liquefied and were escaping through the end of his penis. After what seemed forever, his orgasm abated and he just stood there, panting, trembling, horrified. He slowly raised his head to look back at Snape. He couldn’t even imagine what the man saw.

“Oh, fuck.” Harry stated the only thing that came to mind.

Snape lifted a brow. “Detention, Mr. Potter. Tonight, eight o’clock. Perhaps we can find more constructive ways to occupy your hands… and mouth.”

Harry listened to Snape’s retreating footsteps then redressed and stumbled to the sinks. He splashed water on his face and looked at himself in the mirror, face flushed, hair in even worse disarray.

Snape saw me wank.

Snape wants me in detention after seeing me wank.

Snape wants to better occupy my hands. Heh. And mouth.

Harry smiled. A slow, mischievous-bordering-on-evil smile.

I love it when a plan comes together.

Comments

[raven-tiger.livejournal.com]

You made this work. Hotttttt. That is all. *G*

[facecat.livejournal.com]

Thank you!!