POrn!
Have been in a porny mood lately. Usually I don't care for the stuff, but I'm trying desperately to avoid all the wank that's been happening in HP and other places. I cannot stand wank, drives me nuts. For those of you who are wondering/hoping/wanting to discuss these issues with me, please don't. I'm not getting involved. This is the only time I'll even bring wank up, mostly because ignoring it completely is the best way to deal with this nonsense.
As for the porn (which really is the matter at hand), dragonstarlin was a good little minion who succumbed to my pr0ny ways complete doll and was poked and prodded into writing a quick bit of HP porn for me to read. Let it be known that this girl doesn't write fanfiction hardly ever and this was a huge favor to ask of her. That said, I'm posting it like a whore here:
Title: Untitled, or The Fic That rainjewel Made Me Write For She is a Whiny Whore.
Author: dragonstarlin
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Snape/Draco
Disclaimer: dragonstarlin does not own these characters and is not making any money off of this, only sexual favors.
He pushed his lanky hair back out of his eyes and sighed. Standing up, he pushed
away from his desk and walked around the room. His foot steps echoed faintly on
the stone floor, a slow tune as he walked from one side to the next.
Eight by ten, stone walls and floor, a voluntary prison with shelves of vials
with bits of dead animals floating inside or some fool herb that had long ago
kissed away the site of day. Tattered books stood stacked in piles nine feet
high, a human skull perched on one such stack in the corner, the eye holes
leaving strange shadows on the wall in the light of the flickering torches.
Here in this hole was the heart of his existence; a black caldron that smelled
of rotting eggs, calling for his attention, hammering on his brain for a new
invention. But his brain would not listen, a fouler organ with in his pale body
yammered for attention.
The smell of expensive hair products lingered in his nose, the shiver of a brush
of soft silver hair against his arm lingered in his skin.
“NO!” The growl of his voice roared deep. He would not give in, give in to
kiss those lips, touch that body, slide his hand down…
“Professor Snape?”
Severus whipped around, his hand inadvertently knocking a jar off a decaying
desk. Bits of pickled seaweed spayed upward onto his robes and across the room
towards the thick door. The origin of the disturbance merely side stepped the
shooting matter. A sly smile played across his delicate features.
“Here, let me help you.”
Severus opened his mouth to object, but his voice caught in his throat as his
eyes followed the graceful walk of the approaching person and then lifted to the
soft, silvery hair that was just long enough to touch the lashes, bring his gaze
to focus on the nearly transparent blue eyes that kept coming closer.
“Draco, no, I’ll be fine, it’s no matter, happens all the time.”
“What, getting covered with goo is an everyday experience for you? Do you bathe
naked in it too? Oo, I bet that’s fun.” The nasty glint in Draco’s eye flashed
as he looked Snape up and down, the smile on his lips sent chills up Severus’s
spin. Tickling, delightful chills.
Draco turned on his heel, carefully stepping over the bits of matter on the
floor, and slid around Severus’s desk and began poking around on of the large
drawers.
“Ah, here it is.” Draco lifted up a red rag, waving it before Severus’s face.
Severus shot is hand out to grab the rag, but Draco snapped his hand back,
lifting a finger and shaking it from side to side.
“I said I’d help you.” Draco walked back around the desk, eyeing Snape up and
down. “Hmm, I’m afraid there is just no saving this.” Pulling out his wand,
Draco gave it a flick and Snape suddenly felt very cold. Looking down, he
realized his robes had disappeared, leaving him in nothing but his shorts.
Severus attempted to squeak out something to express his indignation but only
mattered to sputter an incoherent set of sounds, causing Draco to smile all the
wider. That smile, a smile to set fears in the hearts of men and cause women to
swoon, or was it the other way around? Severus watched Draco’s pale eyes
approach again, noting a predatory gleam in their shallow depths.
“No Draco, that is quite enough, this is HIGHLY inappropriate behavior. If you
don’t restore my clothing this instance I’ll-“
“You’ll do what?” Draco arched his eyebrow up as Snape’s back hit the stone
wall hard. “Relax, this wont hurt a bit.” Draco gentle placed a hand on
Snape’s chest, causing Severus to inhale sharply, and reached up his other hand
holding the rag, and lightly patted Snape’s face dry. Snape started to exhale,
thinking Draco to be pulling back, but was dreadfully, and wonderfully,
mistaken. Draco began slowly patting down all the other exposed skin. First
the chest, each upper arm, down the abdomen, and-
With a squeal, Snape pushed away from the wall, and walked swiftly around his
desk, attempting to separate himself from Draco. Draco sighed audible and
crossed his arms across his chest, leaning against the hard surface behind him.
“I know what you want you know. I’m not stupid. Those looks you give me when
you think no one is looking in Potions, the pep talks before Quiddage matches
while I wasn’t completely dressed, or the slaps against my back after we won
while I was still in the shower… Did you really think you could hide forever
Professor?” Draco cocked his head to one side, watching Snape try to regain
composure of himself, and fail miserably.
“I didn’t think so. You should just relax. You want this, you know you do, and
so do I. I’m not a little boy anymore, as you’ve noticed. We’re both men, men
with needs, and I do believe that yours is expressing himself quite nicely”
Draco appreciatively eyed down at Snape’s most expressive body part at the
moment. Snape looked down as well and quickly sat down on his chair,
effectively trapping himself in just the right position. Seizing the moment,
Draco pushed away from the wall and in an instant was looming over Snape’s
sitting form.
“Relax professor, just relax.” Pulling of his own shirt, Draco slid down to his
knees in from of Snape, gently guiding his hand to remove the last unwanted
piece of material from Snape’s body. Licking his lips, Draco examined the erect
member with his hands, before dipping his head down and dragged his tongue along
its underside and ended with a wet kiss to the tip. Snape gripped the arms of
his chair, his veins standing out, revealing the fast beat of his heart.
As gentle kisses turned to strong sucks, Severus closed his eyes tilted his head
back, moaning in delight. Reaching down, he felt soft hairs of Draco’s head, so
familiar, yet slightly different. Its soft ends tickled at his thighs as Draco
shifted for better access, working his hands on Severus’ sac while his tongue
explored every inch of the warm flesh before him. Severus’s mind carried him
back through other dark rooms and stifled moans, blue eyes as eye dancing in the
fire light as naked bodies were explored. He was shocked back to his current
position as Draco playfully nipped at his tip before taking him deep into this
mouth. Severus’s hand gripped Draco’s hair tightly, urging him on in his
exploration. Several minutes passed with the wet sounds of sucking and grateful
moans passing through the room.
Draco laughed as Severus neared the end, then taking the whole of him swallowed
as Severus’s end surged in release. In the floating state after his eruption,
Severus looked down at the blue eyes looking up at him in amazement.
“You really are just like your father aren’t you?”
Draco looked up, smiling as he whipped his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Where do you think I learned it from?"
Also, continuing in the porny theme:
Poll Can you tell I like teh poll option?
As for the porn (which really is the matter at hand), dragonstarlin was a good little minion who succumbed to my pr0ny ways complete doll and was poked and prodded into writing a quick bit of HP porn for me to read. Let it be known that this girl doesn't write fanfiction hardly ever and this was a huge favor to ask of her. That said, I'm posting it like a whore here:
Title: Untitled, or The Fic That rainjewel Made Me Write For She is a Whiny Whore.
Author: dragonstarlin
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Snape/Draco
Disclaimer: dragonstarlin does not own these characters and is not making any money off of this, only sexual favors.
He pushed his lanky hair back out of his eyes and sighed. Standing up, he pushed
away from his desk and walked around the room. His foot steps echoed faintly on
the stone floor, a slow tune as he walked from one side to the next.
Eight by ten, stone walls and floor, a voluntary prison with shelves of vials
with bits of dead animals floating inside or some fool herb that had long ago
kissed away the site of day. Tattered books stood stacked in piles nine feet
high, a human skull perched on one such stack in the corner, the eye holes
leaving strange shadows on the wall in the light of the flickering torches.
Here in this hole was the heart of his existence; a black caldron that smelled
of rotting eggs, calling for his attention, hammering on his brain for a new
invention. But his brain would not listen, a fouler organ with in his pale body
yammered for attention.
The smell of expensive hair products lingered in his nose, the shiver of a brush
of soft silver hair against his arm lingered in his skin.
“NO!” The growl of his voice roared deep. He would not give in, give in to
kiss those lips, touch that body, slide his hand down…
“Professor Snape?”
Severus whipped around, his hand inadvertently knocking a jar off a decaying
desk. Bits of pickled seaweed spayed upward onto his robes and across the room
towards the thick door. The origin of the disturbance merely side stepped the
shooting matter. A sly smile played across his delicate features.
“Here, let me help you.”
Severus opened his mouth to object, but his voice caught in his throat as his
eyes followed the graceful walk of the approaching person and then lifted to the
soft, silvery hair that was just long enough to touch the lashes, bring his gaze
to focus on the nearly transparent blue eyes that kept coming closer.
“Draco, no, I’ll be fine, it’s no matter, happens all the time.”
“What, getting covered with goo is an everyday experience for you? Do you bathe
naked in it too? Oo, I bet that’s fun.” The nasty glint in Draco’s eye flashed
as he looked Snape up and down, the smile on his lips sent chills up Severus’s
spin. Tickling, delightful chills.
Draco turned on his heel, carefully stepping over the bits of matter on the
floor, and slid around Severus’s desk and began poking around on of the large
drawers.
“Ah, here it is.” Draco lifted up a red rag, waving it before Severus’s face.
Severus shot is hand out to grab the rag, but Draco snapped his hand back,
lifting a finger and shaking it from side to side.
“I said I’d help you.” Draco walked back around the desk, eyeing Snape up and
down. “Hmm, I’m afraid there is just no saving this.” Pulling out his wand,
Draco gave it a flick and Snape suddenly felt very cold. Looking down, he
realized his robes had disappeared, leaving him in nothing but his shorts.
Severus attempted to squeak out something to express his indignation but only
mattered to sputter an incoherent set of sounds, causing Draco to smile all the
wider. That smile, a smile to set fears in the hearts of men and cause women to
swoon, or was it the other way around? Severus watched Draco’s pale eyes
approach again, noting a predatory gleam in their shallow depths.
“No Draco, that is quite enough, this is HIGHLY inappropriate behavior. If you
don’t restore my clothing this instance I’ll-“
“You’ll do what?” Draco arched his eyebrow up as Snape’s back hit the stone
wall hard. “Relax, this wont hurt a bit.” Draco gentle placed a hand on
Snape’s chest, causing Severus to inhale sharply, and reached up his other hand
holding the rag, and lightly patted Snape’s face dry. Snape started to exhale,
thinking Draco to be pulling back, but was dreadfully, and wonderfully,
mistaken. Draco began slowly patting down all the other exposed skin. First
the chest, each upper arm, down the abdomen, and-
With a squeal, Snape pushed away from the wall, and walked swiftly around his
desk, attempting to separate himself from Draco. Draco sighed audible and
crossed his arms across his chest, leaning against the hard surface behind him.
“I know what you want you know. I’m not stupid. Those looks you give me when
you think no one is looking in Potions, the pep talks before Quiddage matches
while I wasn’t completely dressed, or the slaps against my back after we won
while I was still in the shower… Did you really think you could hide forever
Professor?” Draco cocked his head to one side, watching Snape try to regain
composure of himself, and fail miserably.
“I didn’t think so. You should just relax. You want this, you know you do, and
so do I. I’m not a little boy anymore, as you’ve noticed. We’re both men, men
with needs, and I do believe that yours is expressing himself quite nicely”
Draco appreciatively eyed down at Snape’s most expressive body part at the
moment. Snape looked down as well and quickly sat down on his chair,
effectively trapping himself in just the right position. Seizing the moment,
Draco pushed away from the wall and in an instant was looming over Snape’s
sitting form.
“Relax professor, just relax.” Pulling of his own shirt, Draco slid down to his
knees in from of Snape, gently guiding his hand to remove the last unwanted
piece of material from Snape’s body. Licking his lips, Draco examined the erect
member with his hands, before dipping his head down and dragged his tongue along
its underside and ended with a wet kiss to the tip. Snape gripped the arms of
his chair, his veins standing out, revealing the fast beat of his heart.
As gentle kisses turned to strong sucks, Severus closed his eyes tilted his head
back, moaning in delight. Reaching down, he felt soft hairs of Draco’s head, so
familiar, yet slightly different. Its soft ends tickled at his thighs as Draco
shifted for better access, working his hands on Severus’ sac while his tongue
explored every inch of the warm flesh before him. Severus’s mind carried him
back through other dark rooms and stifled moans, blue eyes as eye dancing in the
fire light as naked bodies were explored. He was shocked back to his current
position as Draco playfully nipped at his tip before taking him deep into this
mouth. Severus’s hand gripped Draco’s hair tightly, urging him on in his
exploration. Several minutes passed with the wet sounds of sucking and grateful
moans passing through the room.
Draco laughed as Severus neared the end, then taking the whole of him swallowed
as Severus’s end surged in release. In the floating state after his eruption,
Severus looked down at the blue eyes looking up at him in amazement.
“You really are just like your father aren’t you?”
Draco looked up, smiling as he whipped his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Where do you think I learned it from?"
Also, continuing in the porny theme:
Poll Can you tell I like teh poll option?