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Here you go, shinjiko, your smut.
It's Draco/Snape, and anyone who doesn't like the word 'cock' shouldn't click on the cut.
I Like Small Boys
‘And now that Mr. Potter has once again demonstrated his complete inability to follow the most simple of instructions, I think we are done.’ With a relieved sigh, at Snape’s dismissal, the students began quickly placing their ingredients into their cauldrons. ‘Except for you, Draco,’ came Snape’s sibilant murmur.
Draco finished packing his things away, then sat and watched as Snape threaded his way through the tables towards where he sat. ‘What did you want to talk about, professor?’ Asked Draco.
Snape stopped walking when he reached Draco, then pulled a stool from under the bench in front of where Draco sat, then rested himself on it so that is elbows rested on Draco’s bench. ‘I knew these were uncomfortable, but I’d not realised just how uncomfortable they are. It feels like I’m sitting on a particularly spiky rock.’
If Draco was caught unawares by the sudden informality of his professor, he hid it well. ‘Isn’t that a little sadistic, sir?’ He said.
Snape, instead of rebuking him for his cheek, instead smiled like a wolf. ‘I know.’ His grin faded as he continued. ‘Now, onto business. With your father gone, Draco, I lose my major reason for treating you as I currently do.’ He stopped, and looked at Draco as if he expected a response, but continued when a reply was not forthcoming. ‘But I have certain,’ he paused, ‘appetites, Draco, and at the moment no-one to satisfy them.’
Draco stared at Snape, uncomprehendingly. ‘What?’
‘I like young boys, Draco!’ Seeing that Draco was about to respond hotly, he cut him off. ‘You don’t think yourself as one, certainly, but in a society where you are likely to live to see two hundred, sixteen is very young.’ Draco subsided, and he continued. ‘Fulfilling my needs would be a small task, for one such as you, and it certainly comes with its benefits.’
‘What do you mean, ‘benefits’?’ Snape arched one eyebrow, and Draco quickly added, ‘sir?’
‘Well, in regard to how you will be treated in class, much the same as before. But outside of classes, much more.’ When Draco looked unsure, he added, ‘but let me make one thing clear; if you refuse, I will treat you worse than I treat Potter, and now that the protective presence of your father is gone, you will be more at prey to the predation of your classmates.’ He lifted one hand towards Draco and gripped his jaw. ‘But I can make all those worries go away, Draco’ He dropped his hand, leaving a livid red mark that would later bruise. ‘What say you?’
‘Yes, I suppose,’ murmured Draco, lifting one hand to touch the mark on his chin. ‘Yes,’ he repeated.
‘Good,’ said Snape, as he stood and moved around the bench, grabbing Draco roughly by the shoulder to face him. Pulling open his robes to reveal his manhood, he grabbed both sides of Draco’s face and pulled him towards his cock. ‘Now, lets see what that pretty mouth of yours can do.’
It's Draco/Snape, and anyone who doesn't like the word 'cock' shouldn't click on the cut.
I Like Small Boys
‘And now that Mr. Potter has once again demonstrated his complete inability to follow the most simple of instructions, I think we are done.’ With a relieved sigh, at Snape’s dismissal, the students began quickly placing their ingredients into their cauldrons. ‘Except for you, Draco,’ came Snape’s sibilant murmur.
Draco finished packing his things away, then sat and watched as Snape threaded his way through the tables towards where he sat. ‘What did you want to talk about, professor?’ Asked Draco.
Snape stopped walking when he reached Draco, then pulled a stool from under the bench in front of where Draco sat, then rested himself on it so that is elbows rested on Draco’s bench. ‘I knew these were uncomfortable, but I’d not realised just how uncomfortable they are. It feels like I’m sitting on a particularly spiky rock.’
If Draco was caught unawares by the sudden informality of his professor, he hid it well. ‘Isn’t that a little sadistic, sir?’ He said.
Snape, instead of rebuking him for his cheek, instead smiled like a wolf. ‘I know.’ His grin faded as he continued. ‘Now, onto business. With your father gone, Draco, I lose my major reason for treating you as I currently do.’ He stopped, and looked at Draco as if he expected a response, but continued when a reply was not forthcoming. ‘But I have certain,’ he paused, ‘appetites, Draco, and at the moment no-one to satisfy them.’
Draco stared at Snape, uncomprehendingly. ‘What?’
‘I like young boys, Draco!’ Seeing that Draco was about to respond hotly, he cut him off. ‘You don’t think yourself as one, certainly, but in a society where you are likely to live to see two hundred, sixteen is very young.’ Draco subsided, and he continued. ‘Fulfilling my needs would be a small task, for one such as you, and it certainly comes with its benefits.’
‘What do you mean, ‘benefits’?’ Snape arched one eyebrow, and Draco quickly added, ‘sir?’
‘Well, in regard to how you will be treated in class, much the same as before. But outside of classes, much more.’ When Draco looked unsure, he added, ‘but let me make one thing clear; if you refuse, I will treat you worse than I treat Potter, and now that the protective presence of your father is gone, you will be more at prey to the predation of your classmates.’ He lifted one hand towards Draco and gripped his jaw. ‘But I can make all those worries go away, Draco’ He dropped his hand, leaving a livid red mark that would later bruise. ‘What say you?’
‘Yes, I suppose,’ murmured Draco, lifting one hand to touch the mark on his chin. ‘Yes,’ he repeated.
‘Good,’ said Snape, as he stood and moved around the bench, grabbing Draco roughly by the shoulder to face him. Pulling open his robes to reveal his manhood, he grabbed both sides of Draco’s face and pulled him towards his cock. ‘Now, lets see what that pretty mouth of yours can do.’