Crack Drabble!
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"Keep still, Potter," Snape hissed, after yet another clumsy attempt at penetrating the Boy-Who-Lived.
"I'm trying!" Harry whined, desperate to have the hot, hard length of the Potions Master finally buried inside him.
Severus grit his teeth and made a clumsy attempt at thrusting.
"Dammit!" The spy cursed, having missed again.
"Professor, please!" Scar-head moaned, writhing uncontrollably on top of the neon pink bedspread.
The Half-Blood Prince's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he finally slid home. "Oh Merlin, you're tight!"
"Er, I'm Potter, sir, not Mer..."
"Silence!"
Voldemort's right hand man gripped The Chosen One's thighs.
"Oh, oh yes!" the boy shrieked.
The head of Slytherin smirked at the orphan's reaction to his prostate being stroked, then grimaced as cruel fate decreed his orgasm would occur prematurely.
"Bollocks," the greasy git gasped out before emptying himself inside the Saviour's arse.
"I quite agree," the dark unruly haired lad muttered, pushing Dumbledore's man off him and finishing himself off by hand.
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"Keep still, Potter," Snape hissed, after yet another clumsy attempt at penetrating the Boy-Who-Lived.
"I'm trying!" Harry whined, desperate to have the hot, hard length of the Potions Master finally buried inside him.
Severus grit his teeth and made a clumsy attempt at thrusting.
"Dammit!" The spy cursed, having missed again.
"Professor, please!" Scar-head moaned, writhing uncontrollably on top of the neon pink bedspread.
The Half-Blood Prince's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he finally slid home. "Oh Merlin, you're tight!"
"Er, I'm Potter, sir, not Mer..."
"Silence!"
Voldemort's right hand man gripped The Chosen One's thighs.
"Oh, oh yes!" the boy shrieked.
The head of Slytherin smirked at the orphan's reaction to his prostate being stroked, then grimaced as cruel fate decreed his orgasm would occur prematurely.
"Bollocks," the greasy git gasped out before emptying himself inside the Saviour's arse.
"I quite agree," the dark unruly haired lad muttered, pushing Dumbledore's man off him and finishing himself off by hand.
***