"That's okay," Toy said. "It's just that I haven't sorted out my citizenship yet, so technically I'm still Australian. Here's your drabble." Toy looked at it apologetically. "I seem to have gotten a bit carried away. It's a bit bigger than I thought." She smiled at TW. "But isn't that a good thing?"
Snape leaned back into his comfortable chair and lifted his hot cocoa to his mouth, tongue flickering out to taste. Yes, that was just the way he liked it, hot, bitter, unsweetened, with the layer of marshmallow floating on the top, sinking into it. He drank it slowly, mind wandering, as it did every Friday night, to his last class of the day.
Potter glaring at him, all green eyes under messy hair. The long, pale curve of Malfoy's throat. The scattering of freckles across soft, golden skin at the nape of Weasley's neck.
The way they stood and moved, their bodies shifting so freely, loose-limbed and fresh, so very open.
He closed his eyes and put his mug on the small table, reaching down to slip the buttons from their holes and fold the placket of his trousers open, sliding his hand in to lift out his hardening cock.
Malfoy's pale flesh flushed with pleasure, his cock purple and heavy, his thighs pushed back, exposing himself to Snape's gaze. Potter bent over the big desk in Snape's office, his hands bound and thighs spread while Snape explored the secrets of his arse with fingers, tongue and cock. Weasley, eyes heavy and mouth eager with desire, sucking on Snape's cock.
Snape stroked his cock harder through his closed fingers, his other hand reaching in, lifting his tightening balls, fast strokes, hard, thumb pushing against the slit, nail just catching, and the slight pain triggering his climax.
Snape licked his fingers clean, tidied his softening cock away and called for another cocoa. Friday nights made the rest of the week more bearable. The students might be complete and utter bastards, but no student would get the upper hand while Snape flayed them alive with his tongue. One way or the other.
"Would you like a chocolate covered Snape with that?" she asked.
TW fanned her face. "No, I don't mind that you got carried away at all. That was fantastic. And the marshmallow. Yay!"
She finished her treat just in time to hear the next question. Her blue eyes got very round. "oooh, could I please? Thank you so much, Ms. Toy! I hope you decide to run for mayor! You could offer chocolate covered snapes for everyone!"
Speeding by on a motorized scooter, Sam screamed. "DID I HEAR YOU SAY MAYOR? HERE. TAKE ONE OF THESE." Shoving a small badge into TW's hand, she sped off, leaving a small cloud of dust behind her.
Toy looked at the skid marks the scooter had left on her nice clean floor and sighed. She'd need to wipe down the shelves from the dust and the door looked slightly off-kilter.
Taking a quick look at the name on the badge, she resolved that she'd have to have a word with lovedoesthat about the enthusiasm of their campaign staff. Perhaps involving a spanking.
She looked up at TW's startled face. "Those politicians!" she exclaimed. "I'm glad you liked your drabble, and now let me get you that Snape." Removing the chocolate covered Snape from the jar, she explained, "I've refused the nomination for Mayor this time. I expect that I'll be very busy with the shop, and I'm a keen supporter of the churchofsnarry. I volunteered to help the High Priestess in any way I could."
She passed the Snape to TW, rubbing her thumb over his little cock for a moment to make it stand up stiffly. "There you go!"
Snape leaned back into his comfortable chair and lifted his hot cocoa to his mouth, tongue flickering out to taste. Yes, that was just the way he liked it, hot, bitter, unsweetened, with the layer of marshmallow floating on the top, sinking into it. He drank it slowly, mind wandering, as it did every Friday night, to his last class of the day.
Potter glaring at him, all green eyes under messy hair. The long, pale curve of Malfoy's throat. The scattering of freckles across soft, golden skin at the nape of Weasley's neck.
The way they stood and moved, their bodies shifting so freely, loose-limbed and fresh, so very open.
He closed his eyes and put his mug on the small table, reaching down to slip the buttons from their holes and fold the placket of his trousers open, sliding his hand in to lift out his hardening cock.
Malfoy's pale flesh flushed with pleasure, his cock purple and heavy, his thighs pushed back, exposing himself to Snape's gaze. Potter bent over the big desk in Snape's office, his hands bound and thighs spread while Snape explored the secrets of his arse with fingers, tongue and cock. Weasley, eyes heavy and mouth eager with desire, sucking on Snape's cock.
Snape stroked his cock harder through his closed fingers, his other hand reaching in, lifting his tightening balls, fast strokes, hard, thumb pushing against the slit, nail just catching, and the slight pain triggering his climax.
Snape licked his fingers clean, tidied his softening cock away and called for another cocoa. Friday nights made the rest of the week more bearable. The students might be complete and utter bastards, but no student would get the upper hand while Snape flayed them alive with his tongue. One way or the other.
"Would you like a chocolate covered Snape with that?" she asked.
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She finished her treat just in time to hear the next question. Her blue eyes got very round. "oooh, could I please? Thank you so much, Ms. Toy! I hope you decide to run for mayor! You could offer chocolate covered snapes for everyone!"
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Taking a quick look at the name on the badge, she resolved that she'd have to have a word with lovedoesthat about the enthusiasm of their campaign staff. Perhaps involving a spanking.
She looked up at TW's startled face. "Those politicians!" she exclaimed. "I'm glad you liked your drabble, and now let me get you that Snape." Removing the chocolate covered Snape from the jar, she explained, "I've refused the nomination for Mayor this time. I expect that I'll be very busy with the shop, and I'm a keen supporter of the churchofsnarry. I volunteered to help the High Priestess in any way I could."
She passed the Snape to TW, rubbing her thumb over his little cock for a moment to make it stand up stiffly. "There you go!"
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