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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Draco_Malfoy/Severus_Snape
  Additional Tags:
      Hogwarts_Sixth_Year, Teacher-Student_Relationship, Rough_Sex, Rough_Oral
      Sex, Light_Bondage, Praise_Kink, Bottom_Draco, Light_Dom/sub, Breathplay
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-12-04 Words: 2350
****** Flout ******
by humanveil
Summary
     Draco knows he shouldn't, but that isn't going to stop him.
Draco woke to find his body pushing against the cotton sheets of his dorm bed,
the remnants of his pleasant dream still running through his mind. Moaning
quietly, he reached a hand to his bedside table, groping around to find the
wand and watch he knew were there. He sat up properly, ignoring the ache of his
erection to check the time.
04:39 AM.
Groaning, he placed the watch back on the stand. It was too late for him to go
back to sleep - he usually woke at a half to six, allowing him to prepare for
the day without others watching.
Draco looked down toward the dent in his silk pyjamas bottoms, a thought
forming in his head as his mind replayed the last of his dream – long, bony
fingers trailing along his kin, along his cock, pushing in and out of his arse,
making him scream.  He knew Severus had told him not to, had said rather
clearly that he would be punished if he did, but… Surely the older man would
not deny him, not when his body was craving the pleasure only Severus could
bring.
Listening carefully for the soft snores of his roommates, Draco pushed the
covers away from his heated body and stepped out of his bed. He slipped his
shoes on and grabbed the uniform that he’d laid out the night before; he could
shower in Severus’ quarters, after all. Ensuring he had all he needed, Draco
carefully made his way to the room’s exit, treading quietly as not to wake
anyone.
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The breach of his wards roused Severus from his sleep, yet the developing fury
reduced to light irritation when he recognised the presence of his lover.
Sighing, he sat up where he lie, hand moving aimlessly to make the room fill
with light. His back rested against the headboard as he watched the shut door
of his bedroom, anticipating the appearance of the blond.
He should have known Draco wouldn’t’ve listened.
As expected, it was barely a minute later that Snape saw the handle twist and
the young Malfoy step through the door, various items held closely to his
chest. They were going to get caught, if the boy insisted on doing this.
“Draco—“
“I know you said not to,” the boy interrupted, smiling sheepishly. “But I had—I
want to…”
“Want to what?” Severus asked, one eyebrow raised, as he watched Draco move,
first kicking the door shut and placing his things on the armchair that rested
in the corner of his room.
Draco walked to the edge of his bed, hands resting atop the silken sheets as he
looked anywhere but at his professor. Severus did not miss the light flush on
his cheeks, nor did he miss the boy’s poorly concealed erection. “I had a
dream,” Draco mumbled, knowing not to get in the bed unless given permission.
“A dream?” Severus repeated, and the blond nodded. “And what, pray tell,
happened in this dream?” Severus noticed the flush spread across the boy’s skin
and smirked. He knew exactly what Draco would say, but if the boy wanted to
knowingly disobey his rules, he would be humiliated. 
Draco squirmed where he stood, hands fiddling with each other where they
rested. “I—you—we…”
“I don’t have all day, boy,” Snape said, hand reaching to grab Draco’s chin and
force the younger man to look at him. “Spit it out.”
Draco inhaled sharply as the familiar authoritative tone entered his lover’s
voice, and his cock ached at the bolt of arousal it sent through his body. “We
were naked,” he finally replied, voice quiet. “You were touching me… fucking
me. And I—I was moaning,” he ran his tongue over his lips quickly, wetting
them, making them shine in the low light that filled the room, and closed his
eyes. “Screaming, really. You had—you had my hands tied together, behind my
back, so I couldn’t touch myself—“ Draco cut himself off, teeth gripping his
bottom lip harshly to ensure the moan stuck in his throat was not heard. His
body was almost trembling with arousal, hips rocking as his cock searched for
some type of friction.
Severus felt the familiar ache of arousal coil through his abdomen as he
listened to the boy. He knew he shouldn’t – not because Draco was his student,
they’d dismissed that issue months ago – but because he had explicitly stated
that the boy’s actions would not be tolerated. The two of them having no issue
with the nature of their relationship did not mean that the rest of the school
– or the Ministry, for that matter – shared their opinions, and Severus had no
intention of being shipped off to Azkaban.
Yet, the boy was too beautiful to deny, especially now. The glistening red of
his lips were begging to be wrapped around a cock, and Severus would be dammed
if he was going to pass up the opportunity.
“Undress.”
Draco’s eyes snapped open at the single word and he looked towards the older
man, uncertain.
“Do not make me repeat myself, Draco.”
Those words broke the trance the boy had been in, and he made quick work of his
clothes. Unbuttoning his shirt and stepping out of his pyjama bottoms and
underwear, Draco stepped away from the bed to place his discarded clothes
neatly next to his uniform, aware that Severus didn’t tolerate untidiness.  
Turning back towards the bed, Draco’s eyes widened as he almost walked into
Severus’ naked form. He’d been too caught up in his own movements that he
hadn’t heard the professor’s actions.
“Well?” Severus asked, smirking. “On your knees. Now.”
Draco dropped to the floor before his brain had even processed what he was
doing, winching as his knees made contact with the stone floor. Licking his
lips once more, Draco moved a hand upwards to run his fingers over his lover’s
growing erection. His tongue followed, the warm muscle licking a strip from the
base of Severus’ cock to the head. Severus reached a hand out to rest against
the boy’s head, his long fingers tangling in the blond locks that rested
against the nape of Draco’s neck. Privately, he thinks Draco might be growing
it out just so Severus will pull on it more.
“That’s it, good boy,” the professor said, thrusting his hips in and out of
Draco’s mouth softly as the boy lapped at his cock. “Show me what a good little
cocksucker you are.”
Draco moaned at his lover’s words, his eyes falling shut as the pleasure of
submitting to Severus washed over him. He eagerly moved his mouth the way he
knew Severus enjoyed it, bringing the older man to complete hardness.
Snape grabbed his wand from its resting spot on the bed, smirking when he
noticed his boy’s eyes widen. “Hands behind your back, pet,” he ordered,
watching with satisfaction as Draco quickly obeyed, clasping his hands at the
small of his back.
Without further warning, Severus muttered the spell that would bind the boy’s
hands together until they were done. Draco moaned again as he felt the familiar
burn of the bounds, eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he marvelled at the
pleasure wracking his body.
Holding onto the young Malfoy’s head, Severus took control of the situation,
his hips like a piston as he set a merciless rhythm, the movements of his cock
barely giving Draco time to breath. Severus fucked the boy’s mouth, watching as
the blond gagged, saliva pooling in his mouth as tears began to form in the
corners of his eyes.
Quiet grunts began to leave the older man’s mouth as he continued his
movements, well aware that he was causing the boy pain. Over the span of their
relationship, Severus had come to learn what Draco wanted, what he craved, and
it was not gentleness. Rather, it was the confident, ruthless movements that
allowed the boy to submit, to stop thinking and just be.
Hips moving at a steady, brutal pace, Severus tightened his hold on Draco’s
hair, marvelling at how stunning the blond boy looked on his knees, mouth
stretched wide as his beautiful blue eyes stared up at Severus, beseeching
despite the tears slipping down his cheeks.
“Good boy,” Severus groaned, his voice rough with arousal, one hand pulling at
Draco’s hair while the other gently stroked a tear-stained cheek. “That’s my
boy,” he said, eyes staring firmly into Draco’s, “That’s my good, good boy.”
The blond hadn’t been able to handle the roughness at first, but Draco had
always been a fast learner, especially when it was something he wanted to
learn. He’d quickly grown accustomed to Severus’ style, had quickly grown to
crave the serenity it brought.
Another gagging sound left his student’s mouth as Severus felt his cock hit the
back of Draco’s throat, his arousal building almost to the point of climax. His
hand held Draco’s head steady as he fucked the boy’s mouth, his hips thrusting
in and out a few more times before pulling out so his lover could breathe.
Draco gasped for air, nostrils flaring as his lips slipped away from the head
of Severus’ cock, saliva dribbling out of his mouth and down his chin.
Severus watched for a moment as Draco remained in his place, panting heavily
with his head bowed. His own chest heaving with arousal, Severus moved his
hands so one was placed under each of Draco’s arms, gently helping to boy to
his feet.
“Please,” the boy whispered, head tilted up towards the older man’s mouth.
Severus obliged, leaning down to gently move his lips against his lovers, a
welcomed contrast to the movements of his hips.
“Lean over the bed,” Severus murmured against Draco’s lips, watching as his
student struggled to bend over with his hands still bound behind his back.
The professor moved towards him, standing directly in front of Draco’s pert
bottom as one hand trailed down the smooth skin of the boy’s back, the other
fumbling around his nightstand for the tub of vanilla scented oil he kept
there.  Once found, Severus poured a considerate amount over Draco’s arse
cleft, using his fingers to rub around the boy’s entrance before finally
applying the liquid to his fingers.
He made quick work of opening Draco up, watching in mild amusement as the boy
began to shake, his body twisting and twitching in search of release. The older
man waited until three fingers were firmly placed inside his lover’s hole
before he went looking for the boy’s prostate, a quiet moan leaving his own
mouth as Draco screamed at the contact, his body attempting to fuck himself on
Severus’ fingers.
“I—I ca—can’t, please,” the boy begged, whining. “Please, professor.”
“Please what?” Severus asked, stilling his movements but not removing his
fingers.
“Please fuck me,” Draco moaned, “Severus, please.”
“You’ll have to be more specific, Draco,” the dark haired man replied, smirking
as he revived his movements. “I am fucking you.”
Draco whined again, “No, no—with your cock.”
Severus leant over Draco’s bent body, his lips hovering over the boy’s ear.
“You want me to fuck you with my cock?” he whispered, teeth nipping at the
boy’s jaw. “Want me to ram into you so hard you won’t be able to sit properly
all day, hmm?”
Draco’s body trembled as he let out a sob, nodding uncontrollably as he
stuttered, “Yes, Merlin, yes, please.”
“Good boy,” Severus stated, teeth scraping Draco’s skin before he stood again.
“All you had to do was ask.”
The older man quickly removed his fingers, grabbed the oil and lathered his
cock in the liquid before thrusting into Draco without warning, grunting in
pleasure as the heat engulfed him and Draco screamed beneath him. He didn’t
wait for Draco to grow accustomed to the stretch, instead choosing to thrust
mercilessly in and out of the blond, knowing neither of them would last long.
He angled his thrusts up, satisfied with himself when he hit Draco’s prostate
on the third one. Listening to Draco’s moans and screams, Severus moved one
hand to tightly hold onto one of the boy’s hips, lifting him slightly to make
it even more enjoyable.
“Severus,” Draco whined, pushing back against each of Severus’ brutal thrusts.
“I’m going—I’m—please.”
Snape grunted, knowing exactly what Draco was asking for. Squeezing Draco’s hip
hard enough to leave a bruise, the older man moved his spare hand to Draco’s
neck. The boy leant his head back to expose his throat, moaning loudly when
Severus wrapped his long fingers around the boy’s throat and squeezed, not hard
enough to cause any real danger, but enough for the pressure to undoubtedly be
there.
Severus watched as Draco’s body began to convulse with his climax, his cock
untouched, the room filling with the boy’s screams. The added tightness of
Draco’s clenching was enough to send the professor over the edge, and he came,
his warm seed filling the blond’s hole to the brim. 
Breathing heavily, Severus let his fingers gently trail to Draco’s clasped
hands, working idly to remove the silken rope that held them together. Once
undone, he discarded the silk to the side, his hands rubbing the red marks on
Draco’s wrists softly before he pulled out of the boy.
He watched as his semen spilled out of his lover’s entrance, running down the
smooth, creamy skin of Draco’s thighs before reaching the bed covers. Severus
smiled, leaning down to kiss the nape of Draco’s neck chastely before helping
the boy turn on his back.
“Kiss me,” Draco whispered, blue eyes looking up at Severus through heavy lids,
a satisfied smile on his face.
Severus complied, leaning down to once again gently move his lips against
Draco’s, pulling away only when he ran out of air. “Insufferable brat,” he
murmured, placing feather light kisses to Draco’s throat. “I told you we needed
to stop sneaking around.”
Draco smirked, his hand reaching up to tuck a strand of dark hair behind
Severus’ ear, “Yet you’re incredibly thankful I disobeyed, correct?”
"Of course."
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