Harry couldn't sleep that night. He was lying on his back, hours passing by one after another, thinking about what had happened. He still couldn't believe it. He sucked Snape off. He had his Potions Master's prick in his mouth. And then his professor jerked him off. Merlin, Snape made him come.

He moaned quietly at the thought.

And then there was Malfoy, who fucking spanked him with a bloody paddle. He instantly remembered the cold hands fondling his bottom and then the moment when Malfoy made him choke on his cock. The memory made him shiver.

He kept tossing around in bed for hours until finally decided to get up and take a cold shower. Once he got out, the others were already up, preparing to leave for breakfast and classes.

Throughout the whole day Harry tried to keep his mind off the two Slytherins, which he hoped to turn out an easy task, but there he was, sitting in his spot in potions classroom next to Ron and Hermione, completely unable to focus and jumping every time he heard Snape's voice.

It was their last period that day and he tried all he could to forget about the events from the previous night and live through last thirty minutes of class and then escape to the Gryffindor tower.

But the moment Snape passed their desk, the memories flood through his head. The images of him on his knees between the teacher's long legs, the black eyes boring into his green ones with hunger and power, the taste of his come when it landed right on his face, the pulsating hard length between his lips…

Harry groaned before he could stop himself.

"Are you alright, Harry?" Hermione asked, looking up from their cauldron.

Shit, he thought.

"Um, yeah, all's good" he mumbled, turning his gaze away from his friends.

"You don't look well" Hermione pressed "You're all flushed. Do you have a fever?" she asked, raising her hand to his forehead, but Harry quickly leaned back, avoiding the touch.

"She's right, mate. You look weird" Ron said.

"I'm fine, guys, really. Don't worry" Harry answered "Um, should we stir clockwise?"

He managed to change the topic and draw their attention towards the brewing and away from his red face. He let out a sigh of relief when neither Hermione nor Ron continued looking him up and down for any signs of sickness. If they had, they would have surely noticed the bulge forming slowly in his pants. Harry shifted uncomfortably, but didn't want to risk adjusting his trousers now, so he had to spend the rest of the class feeling his trousers getting tighter and tighter with his growing erection.

He couldn't stop thinking about it. He needs to feel it again. He just needs to. That's it. He'll stay after class. Just this once. It's not like he's doing a habit out of this. He's just going to stay this once.

And so he did. The moment Snape dismissed the class, everyone stood up and started gathering their things from the desks and leaving the classroom. Harry deliberately kept his movements extremely slow, packing his things with extra cautiousness.

"You coming, Harry?" Ron asked, raising an eyebrow at his friend, Hermione already at the door, waiting for both of them.

"Yeah, um, I have to stay for a bit. Have to ask Snape about something" he mumbled.

Ron frowned "Can't you aks Hermione? It's not like she doesn't know the answer anyway."

Harry shook his head, a bit annoyed of wasting time when he could already have Snape's dick in his mouth.

Fuck. What the bloody hell was he even thinking?! Since when you lie and ditch your best friends to suck your professor's cock?! He should run out of this classroom right now, along with other students. But then the image of the glistening pink head of Snape's prick flashed in front of his eyes and he made his decision.

"I can't, it's about something I've read about but we didn't really go through during classes" he answered, hoping that Ron will believe him and leave in next five seconds.

"Want us to wait outside?"

"No" he said a bit too quickly "Um, I mean, you don't have to. Go grab the dinner and I'm going to join you once I'm done here."

Ron nodded his head and turned to leave. Harry let out a sigh of relief.

When the classroom emptied entirely, he put his books back on his desk and turned to the front of the room, where Snape was sitting in his chair grading some papers.

Harry took in a breath and slowly moved closer towards the professor's desk. Once he was standing right next to it, he quietly cleared his throat to let the other know he was there.

"What do you want, Potter?" Snape didn't even look up from his papers.

Well, he didn't think this part through. He didn't exactly know what to say. 'Professor, I know we've been hating each other for years but I kind of liked sucking you off so would you mind if I did it again, maybe now'? No way those words would ever leave his mouth.

"As much time as you have to waste, Potter, I cannot afford myself this luxury" the professor said annoyed.

"I-I just…um…I…" Harry really tried but couldn't bring himself to say the truth of what he came there for. He instantly felt his whole face go red.

"For Merlin's sake, Potter, spit it out" the older wizard hissed impatiently, finally looking up at the boy before him.

The black eyes bore into him intensely, but the slight movement on the desk drew Harry's attention to the man's hands. He watched as Snape put away the essays and started tapping his fingers on the wooden surface urgently. Harry thought about those long fingers wrapped around his cock and gasped as a shiver run through his whole body.

At the small sound Snape tilted his head slightly and narrowed his eyes in which Harry saw a glint of something dangerous.

Suddenly, Snape rose from his chair and took a step towards the boy.

"What is it, Potter?" he asked in a low voice "Could it be that you want something from me?"

Harry's face got even redder but he nodded, suddenly finding his shoes extremely interesting.

"Speak up."

"Yes, professor" Harry mumbled.

Snape stepped closer and leaned back, resting his hips against the edge of his desk "And what could it be?"

Harry gulped. What was he supposed to say? How was he supposed to say it?

He remained quiet, fighting with himself in his head. Snape had enough of waiting and sighed impatiently.

"I feel truly honored that you have decided to spend your precious time bothering me, Potter, but I have a life of my own and duties which require being taken care of" he said, turning his back to Harry and making a move back to his chair.

"No, wait!" before he realized what he was doing, Harry stepped after him and grabbed the teacher's wrist.

Snape stopped and turn around, facing the Gryffindor. He raised his brow at the boy questioningly.

Harry felt his mouth go dry and swallowed "I-I…" he stammered "I was thinking…I mean…yesterday…would you…maybe I could…um…I-I thought that maybe…"

"If you think I am able to understand a single word from that babble then you are more of an idiot than I took you for" Snape snarled "You have to find an ounce of eloquence you have in that empty head of yours and name what you want more clearly. Either that or leave."

"No, sir, please, I…I just…I need to…" he got red as he couldn't bring himself to say those words out loud. He took a deep breath "After yesterday…I can't stop thinking…about it…I want to…um, if you let me, I would…I would like to…"

"What is it that you need, Potter?"

There was a moment of silence between them.

"…st you…" the boy mumbled.

Professor stepped closer to him, rolling his eyes "I can't hear a thing, Potter. What was that?"

Harry felt his heart hammering in his chest as he cleared his throat and started again.

"I need to taste you again" he said quietly, feeling his cheeks growing hot with all the blood that went to his face.

Snape tilted his head to the side but his face remained expressionless. He looked Harry up and down, then stopped his gaze at the boy's eyes.

"You liked my cock that much, Potter?" he asked in a dark voice "That you can't go through a day without having it in your mouth again? Is that what you came for?"

Harry's eyes widened and he suddenly felt fear that Snape would laugh at him and kick him out right away. But still he couldn't move an inch.

"Yes, sir" he answered, his breathing hitched.

The gaze Snape sent him made him shiver.

"I want to suck you off, I-I need to" his voice trembled "Please."

The older wizard moved to lean his hips against the edge of desk again and crossed his arms on his chest.

Finally, he spoke.

"Well, since you ask so nicely, Potter. Who am I to refuse the Boy Who Lived?" he said with a dangerous smirk.

Harry gaped at him but didn't move. Did Snape really mean…?

"What are you waiting for?" the dark voice asked "As I said, I do not have the whole day."

Harry nodded, his ears pink with embarrassment, and moved towards where Snape was standing. He glanced at the man's crotch, the met his black eyes that didn't give away any emotion and he finally sank to his knees without breaking the eye contact.

Once he was on the floor, he slowly raised his hands to reach the black belt of Snape's trousers. With trembling fingers he undid the button and opened the fly, fixing his eyes on the zip. Once more, he looked up at his Potions Master and saw black eyes boring into him intensely.

Harry gulped and turned his gaze back to the crotch. Slowly, he put his hand inside the black trousers and then under the waistband of Snape's pants. In a split second he felt the hot skin of his hardening member and he wrapped his fingers around it, making the man above him hiss. With his other hand he pulled the trousers and pants slightly down and took Snape's cock out.

Fuck, so hot, he thought.

Harry unconsciously wet his lips and groaned quietly at the sight of the thick length in his hand.

"You must really love my prick, don't you, Potter? Making such wanton sounds just by looking at it."

The Gryffindor nodded his head automatically, unable to take his eyes off the growing girth.

"Good. Then make use of that bratty mouth of yours before I change my mind" Snape said and put his hand into the boy's hair.

Harry didn't want to end up kicked out from the classroom but he wanted to savor every moment and remember every single second of this.

Slowly, he leaned forward and stick out his tongue. He licked a long stripe from the base up to the head and made a low sound in his throat when he felt the hot skin against his tongue.

He decided to play with the head. He licked the tip and then dipped his tongue in the slit, making Snape shudder and groan lowly.

Harry felt all blood rush to his groin at those sound. His jeans tightened and became rather uncomfortable but he didn't dare shift or touch himself. He needed to focus.

He continued teasing the head, making Snape's dick fully hard. Then he parted his lips and looked up at his teacher who was watching him carefully. Slowly, without breaking the eye contact, he took the head into his mouth and sucked at it.

Snape hissed through clenched teeth "A bloody tease, aren't you, Potter."

In response Harry sucked harder, making Potions Master gasp. He lowered his head and took more of the hot length in his mouth and the started to bob his head up and down, occasionally sucking on it or running over it with his tongue.

The only sounds in the now empty classroom where the sounds of Harry's slick movements on the wet cock and Snape's grunts. It was so hot that Harry couldn't stop himself from letting out a small moan that vibrated around Snape's dick and sent shivers down his spine.

Suddenly, Snape jerked Harry's head off his member. The string of spit was connecting the glistening head with Harry's swollen, puffy lips.

Potter looked at him confused, with his mouth still slightly open.

"You like that, Potter?"

Harry blushed furiously but nodded. Snape gave him a half-smirk.

"Say it."

"I-I like your cock, professor Snape" he said in a hoarse voice. His trousers tightened at the sound of the confession he made and he shifted uncomfortably.

Snape flashed his teeth in satisfaction. He gripped the boy's messy hair harder and yanked his head back a little.

"That bloody mouth…" he murmured under his nose and then found Harry's green eyes again "Get back to work."

Harry licked his bottom lip with the tip of his tongue and obliged, taking his professor's erection into his mouth.

As he did so, he instantly felt the large hand on the back of his head push him further and further down the length, until his nose met the curly dark hair on Snape's lower abdomen.

Harry panicked slightly but then quickly remembered to breathe through his nose. Just like yesterday, Snape wouldn't let him withdraw but held him firmly in place, forcing him to take all of his thick prick. Harry choked uncontrollably, then Snape moved his head up and down the length and then made him choke on it again.

The Gryffindor felt a burn in his throat and groaned involuntary.

"I am going to fuck your mouth now" Snape said and before Harry could react he grabbed the younger wizard's head and started to move his hips back and forth in a steady pace. When the head hit the back of his throat, Harry forced it to relax, but the burn intensified and Harry's eyes prickled with tears.

"Yes, Potter. Cry for me" Snape purred. He continued fucking Harry's mouth with lazy but deep thrusts.

Harry couldn't stop a helpless whine.

Then Snape sped up his movements and set a punishing pace. The Gryffindor could do nothing but let the professor fuck his throat. That's what he wanted. He came here for this. He's been thinking about this moment all day. He asked for it and now he was getting it.

Harry looked up at the man above him. Snape was staring back at him with his black eyes, grunting.

"You want my come in your mouth?" the professor asked. Harry guessed he was asking whether he should come in his throat or on his face like the last time. Last time. Sounds as if they had made a habit out of it.

He couldn't nod nor speak so he brought his hands up and put them on Snape's hips, grabbing them lightly to show the man he wanted to stay like that. He wanted to taste his come, all of it.

Snape smirked knowingly and made an appreciative sound. He pinned Harry's eyes with his own when his movement became frantic. After couple more thrusts he let out a low growl in the back of his throat and came, giving Harry what he needed and spilling his seed deep in the boy's mouth.

Harry tried to swallow everything, but it was too much and some of the thick liquid leaked from his mouth and dripped down his chin. It was salty and musky and sweet and he loved it. Fuck, since when was he a bloody cum lover?

He swallowed and moaned softly at the thought of what he was doing.

Snape pulled out of Harry's mouth and tapped the head of his cock against the Gryfindor's bottom lip. They watched each other for a moment, their hitched breaths the only sound in the room.

Finally the Potions Master tucked his spent member back into his pants and closed the fly and the button of his trousers. Then he dropped his gaze at Potter's crotch. There was obvious bulge in his pants and the teacher smirked at the idea that the boy got hard by just sucking his professor off. Who would guess that, Potter?

Harry saw what Snape looked at and he hesitantly reached his arm towards his own groin, but before he even touched his dick, Snape's foot slapped his hand away.

Harry's eyes widened and he looked up at his teacher surprised.

"You're not touching yourself" the man said.

Harry blinked "What do you mean?"

"Exactly what I said" he answered "You wanted to suck my prick?"

Harry blushed "Y-yes."

"Did I let you? Did I give you what you wanted?"

Harry got even redder but nodded shyly.

"Then you've got your fun" he said "Now, don't even try to touch yourself."

"But, professor! But I…I'm…" Harry's cheeks burned like flames. He was so painfully hard that if he didn't touch himself in the nearest future he would explode.

"But what? But you're hard?" he asked with a hint of amusement "Listen carefully, Potter" he said leaning in towards Harry's face "You are not going to cum until next Thursday."

"W-what?!"

"Don't you dare wank, Potter. And believe me, I will know" he warned in a dangerous tone and turned back to his desk, walking towards his chair and sitting in it "You can go now."

"But…-"

"Ah, yes, that's right. Didn't you forget about something?" he interrupted.

Harry looked at him confused, which made Snape raise his eyebrow.

"I see we will have to work on your manners, Potter" he sighed "Shouldn't you thank your professor who graciously agreed to fulfill your request?"

Harry blushed furiously.

"Um, I-I…thank you, sir" he mumbled.

Snape rolled his eyes "Do it properly. I'm sure you are able to construct a more complex sentence."

Harry gulped, feeling extremely embarrassed "Thank you for letting me suck you off, professor Snape" he said quietly.

Snape smirked under his nose and then nodded for Harry to leave.

"Remember what I said about touching, Mr. Potter."

Harry groaned and immediately thought of the painful erection in his pants, but obediently nodded his head and left the classroom, closing the door behind himself.