FIC: Headboy & the Slytherin Head of House; NC-17; Severus Snape/Bill Weasley

[the_hoard]

Title: Headboy & the Slytherin Head of House
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: SS/BW
Warnings: Slash (that means hot man on man action); mild spanking; PWP
Disclaimer: Not mine. Depicted herein are beloved characters created and owned by J.K. Rowling and all those who are legally attached to the Harry Potter franchise.
Summary: The Head Boy wants some extra attention.
A/N: Someone please come up with a name for this thing. I suck at names. Thanks and smooches to my minx beta arielhime

What is he thinking? How could this ever be appropriate? He allowed the boy to push him against the desk and snog to his heart’s content. ‘But he’s of age, Severus.’ But he’s a student and in that case, it is never appropriate. And such a good student he is too.

He could feel the Gryffindor Head Boy’s breath hot against his ear as he said, “Please Professor. Our ages are not too far off. I am of age.” The boy continued to nibble mercilessly on Snape’s ear; running his tongue along the edges of his ear, the sensitivity of which was driving Snape mad. “I’ll let you fuck me,” he whispered. “I want you to fuck me. Wouldn’t you like that, Professor? Wouldn’t you like to be in me balls deep, pounding away?”

The incubus was ruthless! This had to stop before Snape was made a fool. “No! I’ll not succumb to your Gryffindor prank!” Snape shoved the ginger haired boy away roughly. “This joke is over. You have detention, Mr. Weasley!” Snape, in a vain attempt to compose himself, smoothed out his robes.

Bill just smiled at him sweetly through his longish fringe. The boy needed a haircut, badly.

“Allow me to serve my detention now, sir. I’ll show you this is no joke.” Bill proceeded to open his robes. He let them fall about his feet. Snape gasped. Before him stood the 17 year-old, 6’2”, sweet-Merlin-that-is-an-8”-penis! fully erect, alabaster-skinned beauty that was Bill Weasley.

Snape stammered, “Y-y-you were naked under there?!”

“I’m ready now, Professor.” With that, Bill dropped to his knees and began to feel at the bulge that had appeared in Snape’s pants. “It looks like you’re ready too.” Bill lifted Snape’s robes and crawled under. Bill, now completely covered by Snape’s robes, swept his hands up Snape’s body as he buried his face in Snape’s groin. Snape was reeling, as the boy’s hands seemed to be everywhere. In his mind, Snape was still struggling with the notion of congress with a student.

‘You want it, he’s offering, take it. But why is he offering? What is his angle? Blackmail? Think, Severus!’ It was becoming increasingly difficult to think as Bill had begun to nuzzle and mouth Snape’s balls through his underwear. Snape’s mind was beginning to turn to mush. Snape leaned back to find he could support himself against the edge of his office desk. ‘Concentrate! What is Bill’s angle? … Stop this! Bill is not one of your Slytherins; he’s a bloody Gryffindor! FUCK HIM!!’ With a growl, Snape began to unfasten his robes while Bill had placed his mouth on Snape’s erection. Wet heat seeped through Snape’s crisp white y-fronts. Bill’s fingers were clutching at Snape’s arse. He opened his robes and revealed the boy kneeling beneath them, working so diligently with his hands and mouth.

Snape quickly grasped his wand and threw up a few spells to ward against sound and intruders. Then Snape accio’d a jar from an office shelf. That done, he threw off his robe and looked down at Bill. Bill was peering up at Snape with a lean hungry look in his eyes.

“Take them off.” The velvety dark tones made Bill shiver. He obeyed instantly. He carefully pulled down Snape’s underpants, holding them so Snape could step out of them. Bill looked up at Snape from his complaisant position. He eyed the thick cock standing, protruding from the dense bed of black hair. The glistening tip was eyeing him back. He licked his lips hungrily.

Snape growled, shot his arm out, grabbed Bill by the hair and pulled his head forward. Bill greedily swallowed Snape’s cock down his throat. He took so much he fought hard not to gag. His nose was being tickled as Snape’s balls hit his chin. Bill relaxed his throat and sucked hard. He swirled his tongue about Snape’s shaft as best he could, then pulled up to play with the spongy tip.

Snape looked down and took in the sight of his fist in the mass of red hair bobbing up and down. He needed to stop this before he came. He wanted to fuck this boy’s tight little arse. Snape pulled Bill up off his cock by the hair. He pulled the boy into a tight embrace, crushing their mouths together. Snape plunged his tongue into Bill’s mouth. Bill latched onto the muscle and sucked. Snape moaned. ‘My how the boy can suck!’ Snape broke away from the kiss with a loud smack.

“Bend over the desk.”

Bill’s eyes widened to saucers. “Oh yes, sir,” he breathed. He propped himself up on his arms and bent over Snape’s desk. He stuck his arse out and waved it at Snape.

“Wider,” Snape commanded. Bill widened his stance and bent over so his belly was flush on Snape’s desk. “Very nice.” He took a moment to admire the muscled derriere before him. Unable to resist, Snape raised his hand and slapped Bill’s left cheek.

“Oh, Severus,” Bill moaned.

“Did I say you could address me familiarly?”

*Slap!*

Snape’s hand crashed hard against Bill’s other cheek.

“N’ohhh, sir!”

“You shan’t do it again.”

*Slap!*

“No sir, never,” Bill gasped.

Snape draped his body over Bill’s. He put his mouth against Bill’s ear and whispered, “You look so pretty, Mr. Weasley. Your arse matches your head. I may take great pleasure in the colour red from now on.” Bill moaned at the thought of Snape thinking of him every time he saw red hues.

Snape got up, grabbed the jar he had summoned from the shelf, opened it, and began to coat his fingers in the slick substance found therein. Snape turned to Bill, hand slicked and said, “You asked for it, Mr. Weasley. You’d better be ready.”

“Mmm…” was Bill’s reply. He closed his eyes and wagged his arse in the air at Snape.

*Slap!*

The wagging stopped. Snape rested his left hand on the boy’s hip. With his right index finger, he circled Bill’s pucker. He wiggled his finger until it gave way and allowed the slick finger entrance. Snape added a second finger and scissored them to stretch the boy’s tight hole. Finally, a third finger was added.

Snape took great care to prepare Bill properly. Bill responded only by making soft moans and trying to keep his hips still. Then Bill’s eyes snapped open in surprise and he let out a shout.

‘Ah yes, the boy’s prostate. There it is,’ thought Snape smugly. Snape attacked that spot again and again until Bill was writhing uncontrollably. Snape took in the sight of the Head Boy writhing on his hand. ‘It will be even better when he’s bucking on your prick.’ With that thought, Snape removed his hand. Bill moaned at the loss.

“Bear up boy, I’ve got something better for you.” Snape took more of the lubricant and generously coated his cock. He was so hard, so ready to burst, just at the sight and sounds of the boy.

“Sir, please,” moaned Bill. Snape’s cock twitched.
“Please what, Mr. Weasley?”

“Please sir, hurry.”

Snape’s lips pulled into a smirk. “Beg me some more, boy. What do you want?”

Bill was rubbing himself against the desk. “Please sir. Please, I want you inside me. I want you inside, fucking me. I want you fucking me now! Please,” Bill breathed.

Snape groaned. ‘This boy…so luscious.’ He guided his cock to Bill’s entrance and pushed in slowly. The pucker yielded easily and Snape entered. When the head was in, Snape stopped. He panted. He needed control. He wanted to fuck this boy but he couldn’t do that if he came too soon.

Bill began to wiggle beneath him. “Sir please don’t stop now.”

*Slap!*

Snape grabbed Bill’s hips in his hand and pushed firmly into the boy’s body. He pushed until he was fully seated in Bill’s arse. ‘Gods the boy’s tight!’ Snape needed to stop to breathe and regain control again. The feeling of the soft heat, sliding tightly over his cock was amazing. Who knew? Bill Weasley, the boy with the magical arse. Snape dismissed the thought. ‘It’s just been too long since you’ve had this.’

“Sir, please.”

“Please what, Mr. Weasley? Please fuck you?” Snape pulled out some and pushed back in. He began to fuck the boy in earnest.

“Oh yesssir,” Bill hissed.

“Is that how you want it?”

“Oh yes sir, harder. Please harder.”

“I’ll pound you through the desk, boy, if that’s what you want.”

“Gods yes! Please sir, fuck me through the desk, into the ground,” Bill gasped. He grabbed the edges of the desk and held on.

Snape groaned and slammed back into Bill. He pulled out completely and did it again. He continued to pound into Bill as hard and fast as he could. The boy was grunting and groaning with every thrust. Snape’s head was spinning. He was beginning to see stars. When Bill came, his body shuddered and clamped down on Snape’s cock.

With the added pressure, Snape could hold back no longer and he came hard with a loud shout of, “Fuck, oh fuck!” He emptied himself inside the boy before collapsing on top of him. He remained there immobile, for a few long moments, riding Bill’s inhalations. To his credit, the boy said nothing and made no motions.

When Snape was finally able to think clearly, he pushed himself off Bill and muttered a cleansing spell, removing all traces of Bill. Snape had always detested the awkwardness of putting one’s clothing back on after such encounters. With a wave of his wand, he was fully clothed including his cloak. He looked as imposing as ever.

Bill felt at a loss. “Nifty charm, that,” he said nervously.

“Ten points from Gryffindor for being out past curfew.”

Bill’s jaw dropped. “But I’m Head Boy!”

“Another ten for insolence.”

Bill slammed his jaw shut catching whatever he was about to say. Instead he moved to pick-up his robes from the dungeon floor.

“You will serve detention this Saturday, Mr. Weasley.”

Bill took a deep breath and swallowed his rising ire. “What for sir?” He spoke in measured calm.

“You’ve carelessly soiled my desk. Be glad I do not take more points.”

He had to be kidding hadn’t he? Bill couldn’t hide the shock in his eyes.

“Out.”

“Shit, Snape, can’t a man put on his pants first?” Bill spat angrily.

“You weren’t wearing any. Go!”

Bill threw his robes over his shoulders and pulled them tight around him. He was out the door in seconds, swearing under his breath.