Snape made his way across the classroom, glancing into the cauldrons as he passed. He had been around the room several times during the course of the class, but not once had he come to see the progress that Ginny and Colin were making on their potion.
"No! Don't add that yet!" Ginny grabbed his wrist, abruptly bringing Colin's attention away from their Professor. "We don't add that until the very end."
"Shit, Ginny, I'm sorry," Colin sighed, setting the bowl of powdered root back onto the desk. He'd been nearly destroying the potion the entire time, and he could see that Ginny was becoming impatient with him.
"What's with you today? You're so distracted," she frowned at him, but quickly looked back at the potion, being sure to stir it the correct number of times.
"I…I don't know…" he mumbled, looking down at his own list of instructions, trying with all his might to keep his focus on the assignment. "I just can't focus today."
"That's all right. We're nearly done, anyway." Her eyes turned mischievous in an instant as she looked at him across the cauldron. "You can just go back to daydreaming about my brother, and I'll finish this."
Colin turned red and opened his mouth to protest, but Ginny was already re-reading the instructions and focused on the potion. He just sighed and let his eyes wonder back over to his Professor.
Two weeks had passed since his little sexual escapade in the room of requirement with George, Harry, and Draco. Two Mondays had gone by; twice, Harry had been to his extra lessons with Snape. Harry had assured Colin that Snape had gotten several eyefuls of Colin being thoroughly fucked—so much so that Harry testified to being completely thrown out of Snape's office for it.
George had been true to his word: he had been dropping hints during his Potions class, and Colin didn't even need George's word to confirm it. Fred and Lee hadn't shut up about it at meals the whole week. Apparently, George had tried to be subtle, but when he got no response from Snape, he started being a bit more straight forward. He had said to Fred, louder than necessary, just as Snape was passing by their desks, "Colin is right about Snape being so fucking sexy." Fred and Lee couldn't seem to stop reenacting the way Snape's eyes had practically bulged out of his head.
Look at me motherfucker! Colin glared at the back of Snape's head and huffed in frustration when Snape moved onto the next desk, not sparing a glance in his and Ginny's direction. Colin didn't quite know what he was expecting, but to be completely ignored was not it! He had played out several fantasies in his head, and they all ended with him bent over his own desk with Snape's cock buried up to the hilt. Has all my preparation been for nothing? He had received express permission from George to take anything Snape wanted to offer him, even if George wasn't present at the time. Though Colin felt he would really like to have George involved, there was really no logical way that this could happen. The only place that the three of them were ever in at the same time was the Great Hall for meals, and Colin seriously doubted the three of them would spontaneously go at it in front of the entire school, no matter how much he fantasized about it.
"You can hand me those now," Ginny snapped Colin out of thoughts.
"What?" he asked, forcing his eyes to Ginny and away from Snape.
"The powdered root," she raised an amused eyebrow at him. "It's time to add them."
"Oh….yeah, here. Sorry." He passed the bowl over and managed to stay focused as she added the final ingredient. The liquid turned a very light shade of blue, and if the satisfied grin on Ginny's face was any indication, the potion had turned out perfect. He helped her bottle it and clean up the work area. Soon, the rest of the class was finished, and Snape was walking around, collecting the samples from the students.
Colin held his breath as Snape approached them, but Snape didn't even look at him. He took the vial from Ginny and turned on his heel, striding to the front of the class. Colin's mouth watered at the way his robe swirled behind him. He really couldn't help it. He had fantasized about the man so much in the last two weeks that it was almost impossible to be around him without being turned on.
"Class dismissed. You have no assignment for today." Snape's announcement shocked everyone in the room; nevertheless, they hurriedly gathered up their things. Just as Colin was headed for the door, Snape's voice caught him in his tracks, "Creevey, you will stay. I need a word with you."
Ginny grimaced at him, and Colin had to force himself to grimace back. As she left, he slowly came further into the room, unsure of what to do. Snape was facing away from him, putting the glass vials away in the shelf behind his desk. Colin wiped his hands on the sides of his pants nervously, realizing that his palms had gone sweaty, which was most likely due to the quickened beating of his heart. He had thought he'd be in a state of pure excitement and arousal when this moment came, but now he just felt shaky and nervous.
The rest of the class filed out of the room, several of them looking at Colin in pity. The last student left, the door clicked shut, and it was silent.
"Mister Creevey, are you aware that I tutor your fellow Gryffindor, Mister Potter, in subjects outside of the traditional curriculum?" Snape slowly made his way around his desk.
Colin's eyes were glued to the floor. He suddenly felt so stupid. It had never crossed his mind to doubt that Snape would want him, too. Maybe it was the high of having had sex with the Harry Potter and the Draco Malfoy, but Colin had not once considered that any advances made by him—or on his behalf, as was the case—would be unwanted. He swallowed, mustering his Gryffindor courage before slowly lifting his eyes to look at Snape.
"Yes, sir. I am aware of that," he said quietly, silently begging the tremor traveling through his bones to go away as Snape's dark eyes stared back at him.
Snape stayed silent, staring at Colin with a scrutinizing look in his eye. Colin couldn't handle it. He wished Snape would just do it—just scold him, tell him what a stupid little boy he was for thinking he could actually have a go with his Potions Master. He wished Snape would outright call him out—tell him what a silly, childish idea it was to have his boyfriend flirt on his behalf. He wished Snape would scoff at him for assuming that the images in Harry's memory would somehow make Snape want him. Anything but this silence. He had to break the silence. I'll just say I'm sorry, tell him to forget about it…then I'll go.
He opened his mouth and had barely taken a steadying inhale when Snape chose that moment to speak.
"I noticed you took no part in the brewing of your potion today, Mister Creevey. It appears to me that Miss Weasley did all the work." Snape moved to one of the desks at the front of the room, pulled out the chair and sat down.
Colin was momentarily dumbstruck by Snape's words. Is he really getting on to me for that right now? He couldn't keep his eyes from narrowing at the black clad teacher. The shock, confusion, and anxiety from only seconds ago were soon being replaced with indignant anger. A tiny part of the nervousness he had been feeling lingered, and he could hear that part of him telling him to keep your mouth shut and calm the fuck down. But, as usual, he ignored it, swinging like a trapeze artist from one mood to the next.
He crossed his arms over his chest, unconsciously swinging his hip out to the side and huffed at Professor Snape. "Tell me, sir," the tiny, sane part of his mind was begging him to stop, but he just couldn't, "which did you see in Harry's head: me getting my mouth fucked, or me getting my ass fucked?"
Now Colin understood why seeing Snape's eyes practically bulge out of his skull was so entertaining to Lee and Fred. However, that was also the look that just so happened to grip Colin's anger and rip it out of him, leaving nothing but gaping horror at the words that he had just said.
Oh my god.
The silence took over again. Colin couldn't help but notice that his heart seemed to have completely quit beating as he watched Snape's face quickly gain its usual intimidating composure.
"Mister Creevey…" Snape's voice was even lower than usual and the color of his eyes seemed to go completely black. He paused long enough to scare Colin to the point the he was begging his eyeballs to not fill with tears. "That obscene outburst, coupled with your lack of contribution to the assignment in class today, has me thinking that your boyfriend is not properly punishing you for your bad behavior."
What? Though he didn't say it out loud, Colin couldn't keep the question off his face.
"Come here, Mister Creevey," Snape said as he slouched—yes, slouched—in the chair, spreading his legs.
Colin's feet were moving, though he didn't know how. It's happening, oh my god, it's happening right now. Now that the time had come, Colin didn't know what to do. His fantasies of this moment always consisted of him being the experienced, sexy little bottom; but now, he felt like it was his first time—all the excitement and nervous anticipation hanging in the air around him.
Finally, he was standing right in front of his Professor. He was just about to drop onto his knees—it certainly seemed the appropriate thing to do—when Snape spoke.
His words came out slow and clear. Colin didn't miss a single syllable, "I will only ask you this one time. Answer me with complete honesty," he paused, looking up at Colin with nothing but seriousness on his face. "Do you want this, Colin?"
Hearing his first name come out of Professor Snape's mouth for the first time just about made Colin break out in a heated sweat. He was suddenly aware of his hard-on, and couldn't stop his hand from moving there as his eyes closed and he whispered, "Oh yes, sir, I want this." He opened his eyes and added, "Please, Professor….I want you very much."
"Should I contact Mister Weasley before we begin?" Snape fired off the next question, though his composure had obviously slipped. Colin smirked when he looked further down and noticed the bulge lying temptingly against his Professor's thigh.
Colin opened his mouth to say no, and then closed it. "Yes," he spilled out. "But...we don't have to wait on him to get here to start. Couldn't we just let him…you know…walk in on us?" he asked, hoping that Professor Snape would say yes. He didn't think he could wait for George to walk all the way from Gryffindor tower to the Potions classroom in the dungeons.
Snape smirked and rose from his chair. He waved his wand as he made his way over to his desk. Colin assumed he had put up the proper wards around the room to ensure they weren't heard or seen. He watched as Snape quickly wrote a note on a piece of parchment before making it disappear with a flick of his wand.
Snape looked at Colin, noticing the boy just standing there, watching him. "What are waiting for? Strip!"
Colin didn't need telling twice. His little hands moved as fast as they could, throwing his cloak on the floor behind him, and working their way down the buttons on his shirt. As he shed the clothing on his top half, he looked back at Snape, who was eyeing his bare chest. When he met his eyes, Colin blushed, and began to undo his belt much more slowly.
Snape's stare was merciless. He watched without blinking as Colin removed his trousers, followed by his underwear. It took absolutely all of Colin's control to keep his hands from covering up his jutting erection.
Then Snape opened his robes and began working on the buttons on his own pants, and Colin inwardly drooled at what he knew was coming. Instead of dropping his pants, Snape just reached inside and pulled out one of the most draw-dropping sights Colin had ever seen. Colin was stunned—transfixed on the big, white, slightly purpled, hard cock of Professor Severus Snape. It was just as big as George's.
He stumbled forward, his ever growing cock-lust taking over. He didn't even look up at Snape, or ask for any sort of permission before bending down and taking that velvety, thick head into his little moist mouth. His eyes slid shut and he elicited a moan as he slid more of it into his mouth, allowing his tongue to glide reverently across the flesh in his mouth.
Snape growled low and stumbled back into his desk. Colin shuffled desperately forward with him, not wanting to break contact. Snape seemed to have the same idea; Colin felt his long, slightly cold fingers cup the back of his head.
Colin wondered if this was Snape's intended punishment—because this is certainly no punishment, he thought. Snape didn't moan loud or voice his praises to Colin like George did. His appreciation was subtle. The small, seemingly unintentional grunts he released as his fingers tightened in Colin's hair sent sparks down Colin's spine and made his ass pucker. Colin couldn't help that his legs spread further and his back arched so that he could stick his small, lithe ass further into the air as he sucked on his Professor's impressive cock. As much as he loved doing this—and Colin really loved sucking cock—he still found himself twisting his hips and moaning around the erection in his mouth, practically begging Snape to turn him around and fuck him hard.
Colin and Snape both jumped slightly as they heard the door to the Potions classroom open, but Colin didn't stop, and Snape's fingers only tightened as he forced more of himself down Colin's throat.
Colin moaned loudly. Oh, how he'd grown to love this even more in the past two weeks. George had been only too happy to appease his growing fetish. The only thing Colin loved more than being pounded into with no mercy was to have his throat virtually raped by a big pulsing cock. It made him smirk to think that Harry Potter was to blame for that.
"Your little boyfriend very much needs to be punished, Mister Weasley," Snape said at the same moment that George placed his hands on Colin's hips. Colin bucked back into George and moaned loudly at Snape's words. His Potion Professor's voice was deep and strained, causing a jolt to run through Colin's cock.
"Does he?" George chuckled. "I hope you don't consider this a punishment, Professor. My little slut loves sucking cock."
Colin moaned loudly again, bobbing his head further down on Snape. Yet another fetish that had grown over the last couple of weeks was George calling him his little slut. The night after the mind blowing foursome with Harry and Draco, Colin was being fucked into George's mattress when George had called him, for the first time, "my little slut." George had seemed startled and apologetic at his own words, but Colin had only tightened his legs around George's waist and said, "Yes, your little slut, I'm your little slut." After that, he had urged George to use the title. It turned him on to no end.
"I suggest a firm spanking would suffice," Snape interrupted Colin's thoughts. Though George had never spanked Colin before, Colin felt his body flood with heat at the idea. George pressed his clothed body against Colin and leaned over his back. He grabbed Colin's hair, stopping his movements, though Colin continued to suck and swirl his tongue around the head of Snape's cock. George's breath tickled Colin's ear, causing another moan.
"You think that's what you need, baby? You think a spanking will work to make you behave?" George purred, his long fingers tightening on Colin's hips.
"MMMHHMMM," Colin moaned long and loud, eliciting an answering grunt from Snape. George let go of his hair, and Colin began bobbing his head again.
George back away but both his hands lay on Colin's hips. His fingers lightly stroked the flesh of Colin's ass. The first hard slap was sudden, and Colin's mouth slipped from Snape's cock as he gasped.
"Keep sucking," Snape demanded, forcing Colin's head back down. Colin didn't hesitate to obey.
George assaulted Colin's sensitive bottom repeatedly. Every hit hurt worse than the one before, and Colin's moans soon turned to desperate whimpers, but he loved every stinging slap to his smarting ass. He could feel fluid leaking out of the tip of his own prick, and didn't know whether to be relieved or saddened when George finally ended the punishment.
He was suddenly jerked upright roughly by his hair off Snape's cock. His eyes immediately locked on Snape's as George pressed against him, still holding him by his hair. He whimpered as George snaked a hand around his waist, bringing it to stroke very lightly on Colin's hard prick.
"I bet you want him to fuck you on that big desk of his, don't you?" George breathed into his ear.
"Yes," Colin moaned, watching Snape.
"You want me to watch him pound you with that big cock of his, don't you, my little slut?" George asked again.
Colin moaned loudly as George jerked on his hair again. "Oh fuck yes, please…" he cried loudly. "Please," the whisper was added as a plea directly to Snape, whom he hadn't taken his eyes off of.
Snape walked around his desk and motioned Colin to come to him.
"Go," George whispered, given Colin a gentle push forward. Colin walked slowly around Snape's desk and watched as Snape wordlessly made all the items atop it disappear.
"What are you waiting for? Climb up, Mister Creevey," Snape's voice was deep and quiet.
"Yes, sir," Colin answered. He went to the desk and climbed on top of it onto his knees. He spread his legs as far as he could and put his forearms on the desk in front of him. Lucky I'm so small, he thought as he arched his back so that Snape would have a perfect view of his little puckered hole.
George approached the desk and got on his knees so that he and Colin were eye-level. George put one hand into Colin's hair, stroking it back in a loving gesture that Colin had become familiar with. Colin leaned into the hand and smiled at George. I love you, Colin mouthed. George's grin widened and he leaned forward, meeting Colin's lips. His tongue slid inside, and Colin moaned at the intensity of the kiss his lover was giving him. He pulled away more quickly than Colin would have liked, and backed away.
George pulled a chair from the front of the room and placed it just a few feet away from Colin and Snape. He sat down and began unbuttoning his pants.
"You are certain he can take this?" Professor Snape asked, obviously speaking to George.
Colin knew Snape must be talking about his large erection, because George smiled at the man behind Colin and pulled out his own large member.
"If he can take mine, I'm sure he can take yours," George answered with an eyebrow raise and lopsided grin.
Colin watched in fascination as George lightly stroked himself to hardness. He gasped in surprise when he felt Snape's fingers on his sack, pulling and rolling it on his fingers.
"How to begin…" Snape said, absentmindedly.
Well you could start my shoving that big cock in my ass, Colin thought as he bowed into Snape's touch. He whimpered and rotated his hips, begging silently for Snape to leave his balls alone and touch his ass.
"Whatever you like, sir," George said, "my little slut is at your service. I assure you he'll enjoy whatever you decide to do." Colin looked at George, who just smirked back at him. Colin's return smirk was interrupted at the arrival of Snape's tongue at his entrance. Colin immediately pushed back against him, moaning loudly as Snape's tongue circled his hole deliciously. He was soon a whimpering, nearly sobbing mess.
Two weeks ago, Colin would have challenged anyone that said they could eat him out better than Draco Malfoy. But Snape, oh fuck—Snape! flattened his tongue with experience against Colin's tight little ring of muscle. He sucked on the hole and stuck his dizzying tongue into the heat with just the right angling of his head. Colin couldn't stop his hips from rotating minutely with the perfect, perfect, fucking perfect rhythm that Snape possessed. Colin was approaching his orgasm much faster than he liked, and he did not want to come without Snape's cock buried very deep inside him.
"Please, please, please…" he begged aloud, but Snape didn't stop. When Snape did something different with his tongue and reached between Colin's legs to stroke the boy's ready-to-burst prick, Colin's forehead banged against the desk as he moaned against the surface. He made his pleas to be fucked more specific, "Please, sir, please fuck me…please fuck me, professor, please…please." He begged with no shame, but Professor Snape only stroked him harder, pulling him too close to the edge. "Oh I can't…please….I'm gonna cum!" he shouted, his head flying up, eyes meeting George's. George was stroking himself furiously as he watched Colin squirt all over Snape's hand and the desk under him.
Colin's orgasm was amazing, and he had barely begun to worry that his fantasy with his Professor was coming to an end when a long, lubed finger was shoved into his very relaxed hole. He pushed himself up onto his hands and shouted at the violent, but welcome surprise. Snape gripped his shoulder as he began finger-fucking Colin hard and fast. "Your slut has a sweet little ass," Snape spoke to George through clenched teeth, "and he begs so nicely," he purred, causing Colin to moan in response to the sound.
"Oh, Merlin, don't I know," George answered. He stood from his chair and walked to Colin, who was breathing ragged on the desk.
Colin was face to face with George's swollen cock. He leaned slightly forward to take it into his mouth, but George backed away, just out of his reach. Colin looked up, confusion all over his face.
"Please…" he moaned. Snape chose that moment to shove a second finger inside him. "Yes, please give me more, please…"
"That's right, beg for it," George taunted.
Colin growled in anger and began thrusting himself back onto Snape's fingers, looking up at George the whole time. He bit his tongue to keep his pleas inside, not wanting to give in until they gave in.
But then Snape twisted his fingers and Colin's mouth snapped open, emitting a shout of pleasure. "Oh god yes yes, right there! Please—please fuck me now, oh fuck pleeeease!" He couldn't control himself at all. He wanted it so bad, at both ends, but both of the other men seemed perfectly content to leave him wanting. But they want it!
"You want it! Both of you! So dear fucking god, please fuck me!" He cried, angry and close to sobbing in desire. Snape shoved a third finger inside, stretching him open. George came forward to brush the tip of his erection over Colin's lips, stroking it fast all the while.
"Lick it," George whispered. Colin could see his boyfriend's resolve slipping, being replaced by need. He smiled before sticking out his tongue and plunging it into the slit at the top of his dick.
George hissed, and Colin knew he wouldn't have to wait long. That cock would be buried down his throat in no time. Snape suddenly and abruptly jerked his fingers out of his ass, and Colin could feel his hole clenching in protest. He swirled his tongue around the head of George's cock, listening to the amazing sounds coming from behind him. It was the sound of Snape's belt buckle clunking on the floor amidst the rustling of fabric that nearly made him cum again, right then. Fuck, here it comes, he thought, thrusting his ass back as he continued to lick around George's head.
He felt the head of Snape's cock at his hole just as George jerked his hair, forcing him to look up at him.
"Cover those pretty little teeth, baby," George ordered him in another whisper, a promise of things to come oozing from his gaze. Colin opened his mouth in an O, and looking pleadingly up at George. George lowered Colin's head, though still maintaining his grip in his hair, and stuck the tip of his cock into Colin's mouth. "Don't hold back, Snape; he can take it," George said.
"So I've seen," Snape answered. Colin didn't even have time to blush at the reference to Harry's memories before he was penetrated at both ends by two large cocks. Snape had obviously lubed his cock for the ride up Colin's ass, and he buried himself balls deep in one swoop. And George—oh George—had never been so merciless with Colin's throat. He plunged deep and hard, forcing Colin to take it all. If Colin hadn't known better, he wouldn't have been able to tell who was at one and who was at the other.
Colin had never felt so wonderfully out of control. His head and hips were being forcefully pulled in opposing directions, back and forward. Snape and George were both grunting, moaning, and praising him in an overabundance of swear words that were music to Colin's ears. He himself couldn't make a sound, and he could barely see from the tears filling his eyes, but he wouldn't want it any other way.
All too soon, he could hear the tell-tale signs of George's release. Colin knew without a doubt that if George kept thrusting like this when he finally came, he would choke. No way could his throat handle it. To his surprise, George pulled out quickly. Colin panted as he watched George fist his own cock roughly and desperately, mere inches from Colin's face.
Snape began thrusting harder, gripping Colin's cheeks and spreading him apart further. Colin moaned, his voice rough and raw. "Harder…" he ground out. "Fuck, please do it harder."
Snape didn't seem to have any objection and gripped Colin achingly tight, laying into him.
"Oh….I'm going to…oh fuck," George started, and Colin grinned up at him.
"Yes, lover, cum on my face, I want it," Colin looked back at the sight before him. One, two, three stokes…and George shot stream after stream all over Colin's face. Colin closed his eyes and opened his mouth, feeling lucky enough to have caught some in his mouth. He could feel the rest decorating his face in a warm, dripping mess.
George stumbled back and fell into the chair, panting and smiling at Colin. Colin smiled back, but quickly shut his eyes as he was allowed to focus on what his Professor was currently doing to him. He lowered back onto his forearms, the head of his erection bobbing slightly against the desk below him. He felt so spread out, yet not spread out enough.
He gasped as Snape suddenly pulled out, and he was flipped unceremoniously over onto his back. He had to hold his head up to keep it from dangling over the front to the desk. The sight that met his eyes was a sight he'd thought he'd never see. At some point, Snape had tied his hair back in a messy bun, strands falling into his face, brushing his sharp jaw and exposing his high cheek bones. His robe was gone, as were his pants, and his shirt appeared to have been ripped open. He's a fucking porn star, Colin's thoughts gasped. Scars littered the man's pale, lean, muscular body. He was glistening from his exertions, and Colin wanted nothing more than to lick every drop of sweat from that body.
All Snape had to do was wrap his hands around Colin's bony ankles, and Colin was moaning and begging again. Snape held his legs up and spread them, looking down at Colin with an amused, albeit horny, expression on his face. He nudged the tip against Colin's hole.
"You look perfect with your boyfriend's spunk all over that lovely face of yours…You really are a little cock-whore, aren't you?" Snape looked down on him.
"Oh, yes…" Colin moaned, letting his head fall back. It snapped right back up when Snape shoved into him without any warning.
"Yes, sir, Mister Creevey," Snape growled.
"Yes, sir! Sorry, sir! Please fuck me more, sir!" Colin answered in a heated rush.
Snape laughed and slowly, leisurely worked his hips in and out, adding a twist to his hips. Colin moaned at the sight of his stomach muscles flexing under the sweaty skin. "George, you have a delightful little toy on your hands, and I have to say I wouldn't mind playing with him again," Snape said as though his cock wasn't currently swiping over Colin's sweet spot, driving him nearly insane.
Colin just let his head dangle over the front of the desk. His lids opened slightly and he could see George smirking at his Professor. "I'm sure we can work something out. Besides, I think my little toy rather enjoys you….however, I suggest you get on with it. You're driving him absolutely insane, and I'm probably going to have to carry him back to Gryffindor Tower as it is."
"Of course," Colin heard Snape say before his hips were gripped firmly and Snape began pounding into him.
Colin brought his head up, not entirely aware that he was shouting encouragement as Snape thrusted his erection on a direct route to his prostate on every stroke. He lifted his legs, allowing Snape to drive deeper. He couldn't take his eyes off the older, stronger man. He reached down and gripped the edge of the desk where his ass was, and pulled hard on Snape's next thrust. Snape's eyes locked with Colin's and his look became absolutely feral. He bent over Colin, his grip feeling like steel around Colin's waist, and drove home hard.
"Oh FUCK YES! YES! OH FUCK! PROFESSOR!" Colin screamed as Snape dove hard into him, harder than he had ever been fucked. He was surprised when Snape leaned down over him, but Colin wrapped his arms around Snape's shoulders and his legs around his back without a second thought. Snape's mouth connected with his own, and as soon as his tongue slipped inside, complete with the essence of his own ass, Colin came hard, whimpering into the kiss. Snape followed immediately after, biting down hard on Colin's lip.
Snape slid out of him and collapsed with an audible grunt into his desk chair. Colin went limp, his limbs dangling around the desk he had just been fucked on.
"Shit," he groaned, breaking the silence moments later. He tried to get up, but failed. George approached him and smiled down at him before lifting him gently by the shoulders. Snape stood, and Colin fell into him as he was sat up on the desk. Colin could hear both of them chuckling, but he couldn't care less. He had just lived another of his fantasies and was currently dripping Professor Severus Snape's cum out of his ass onto Professor Severus Snape's desk.
A few minutes and cleaning charms later, and Colin was dressed and limping towards the door.
"George, I'm going to be sending you an owl. I want you to be aware so you don't open the package around your friends in the Great Hall," Snape called to them just as they were leaving.
"Oh?" George answered. "And just what will you be sending?"
"Just a little potion for that tight little hole of his…"
"Thank you, sir," George nodded and continued steering Colin from the room.
As soon as they were out the door, George lifted Colin bridal style into his arms. Colin sighed contently and rested his head on George's shoulder, wrapping his arms around his neck. "Thanks, George," he whispered.
"You had a good time?" George asked, making his way through the castle toward Gryffindor Tower.
"Mmm, yeah, I'm glad you were there," he said, smiling, though George couldn't see. "Did you have a good time?"
"Yeah, baby, but don't think we're done yet."
Colin lifted his head and looked into George's smiling eyes, "Oh we're not?"
"No, we're not. You know how I like to fuck you last, fuck you best," George challenged.
Colin arched a brow and squirmed until George put him down. As soon as he did, Colin sauntered off, pausing to beckon George to follow him. "Come on, big boy. If you're saying you're gonna fuck me better than he just did, then I'm not dealing with silencing spells. We're using the room of requirement," he oozed every ounce of sass he had into his statement before turning and strutting down the hall with no sign of his previous limp. He smiled to himself, knowing that George was following, probably drooling at the sway of his hips.
He had to keep himself from sprinting to the room of requirement, not wanting to appear too eager, knowing that when they arrived, he was going to get the shagging of his life. George always delivered.