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Morning study....


Jack heard Snape muttering from his side of the bed, and rolled over, spooning himself up behind the larger form. "Hush... Wanna sleep more...."

Snape snorted, put his hand on hip and rolled back from a little. "All you ever want to do is eat and sleep."

Jack chuckled softly then crawled partially up onto you, and whispered something in your ear he liked to do just as much, punctuating the sentence with a nip of a pale earlobe.

Snape cringed his head into his shoulders, the hairs on the back of his neck bristling. "Yes, and that too. How could I forget?" He turned, and raked his eyes over Jack.

Jack rolled back off of Snape, and kicked the covers off, sprawling out onto his back, sighed and closed his eyes. "I like it best, first thing in the morning, and then again right before sleeping..."

"Huzzah for youth," Snape snarked, with an undertone, narrowing his eyes and tilting his head forwards to watch from under a curtain of hair, resting weight on hand and arm between them, flat to the bed.

Jack sniffed, "You're not fooling me. You never will. You are as randy and as potent as any buck my age." he paused to yawn, then continued, "I hate having classes after a rut with you. Can't hardly sit for a day." he said lazily, reaching a hand up to brush across his smooth, hairless chest.

"That is no way to speak to your teacher, Grim. You never seem to learn your lesson though..." he watched a minute more, before growling, "I had better teach you the error of your ways, then," rocking back onto his elbow, other hand trailing along his side.

Jack laughed softly, and rolled onto his side, turning his back to Snape is a display of cheeky confidence. "We are NOT in class sir...." he drawled, "Unless this is a new addition to the curriculum, "Buggery for the Bitter Old Wizard..."

Snape snorted. "Only a fool does not learn from everything and everyone, Grim," he reached out with one hand, and traced one long, cold finger down along his spine. "But don't worry, the essays are already written."

Jack shuddered at the icy touch, and then laughed again. "I suppose then, it's time for the practical...." he said lazily, arching his bare back, and then reached a hand back to find Snape's and draw it over his side and down to his groin.

Snape shook his head, and let his hand be guided, waiting till it was released before moving up to his stomach, pushing his thumb across a few times, before slowly sliding his hand down, fingers scratching idly, and palm eventually settling on his cock. "As long as the equipment's ready," he said, with an affectedly bored tone, running fingertips over the insides of Jack's thighs.

Jack made a soft moan as he was touched so delicately, so briefly. "I.... I am always ready with my needed equipment for procedures with my Potions Master..." he breathed in a shudder, and scooted backwards on his side to spoon back against Snape. "How shall we start... Master?" he whispered.

Snape slid one hand under his waist, curling his fingers over the gentle curve of hipbone, tracing the nail of his index finger lightly across the side and ribs uppermost. He leaned his head over Jack's shoulder, breathing onto his cheek, but not touching him, and mused a moment. "I think your lip-service needs some fine-tuning, hm?" He brought his hand up along that side, scraping gently, efore trailing the line of jaw down from behind one ear.

Several things happened simultaneously then. Jack closed his eyes and shivered at the light, teasing touches on his neck. Snape's words made him shudder and run his tongue across lips that were suddenly parchment dry, and swallow down from a dry mouth. "Lip.... service sir?" he asked in a whisper as thought of lewd acts flashed in his mind and he pressed his hips forward, pressing his groin and jerking cock into Snape's hand. "I... can put them to satisfactory use as you wish, Sir..."

"No doubt," Snape said, and used his finger to run over those lips, pulling the bottom one down ever so slightly. He let his hand tighten a little around the swollen member, before slackening off and pulling back a little. "But first you have to shut up," he said and pushed two fingers into that mouth, and himself up against Jack's back.

Jack moaned softly as he was pressed against, and those long fingers were slid past his lips. Immediately he began to suckle on them hungrily, desperately. His hands came up to wrap around Snape's slender forearm, holding it still while he moved them in and out of his mouth fellating them skillfully. His tongue lashed along them, running under the edges of the sharp nails, and over and around the length of them.

Snape closed his eyes, and bent his head to push his nose behind Jack's ear, in the short hair there, growling low and possessively. He stroked gently at Jack, slowly along his shaft with just his thumb, fingers reaching down to rub against his balls. Heheld himself as still as possible against that warm, supple back, difficult as it was.

Jack made little wanton sounds in his throat as he sucked madly on those fingers. He slowly moved his hips front to back, trying to entice more attention from Snape's hand. He sucked on the digits until the skin began to become puckered and wrinkled. Pausing in his sucking, he slowly drew them from his mouth, placing a nip with his front teeth on the tips before speaking. "Sir.... is there anything else.... that requires such servicing?" he whispered in a rush.

The Potions Master snuffled in amusement, lazily circling the head of Jack's cock with that thumb, and deliberately going slowly. He moved his head a little, to whisper in his ear, "What do you think?" before nipping his ear in return, and wrapping his free arm about those shoulders, testing their breadth.

Jack laid there for a long moment longer, then reluctantly pulled from Snape's grips, and shifted his position to rise on his knees next to Snape. He folded his hand in his lap, just above his ridgid cock, and lowered his eyes reverently. "If you will lie on your back Sir...." he whispered.

Snape slackened his arms to let him get up, but not without keeping his fingers on him as long as possible. Smirking, and regarding him from dark eyes under his lashes, he slowly, surely, rolled back over, propped up on one elbow slightly.

Jack did not look up at his Keeper, but went straight to task. Leaning forward, he gripped the rigid manhood in his left hand while the other pressed down on Snape's left thigh for balance as he leaned forward and started with a long tongue stroke from the base of his balls to the tip of the Potion Master's Cock. He repeated this three more times before then lowering his mouth down, down over the manhood in his hand, swallowing him down until his nose pressed into the patch of ebony hair at the base.

Snape watched, intent, and supressing a shudder at that too-light touch, before he watched himself dissappear into that clever, wicked, untamed mouth. He let out a low rumble of pleasure, and resisted the urge to grab Jack by the nape of the neck and shove himself deeper inside. "Knew... you were a quick study..."

Jack nodded slowly, and began to move his mouth faster up and down Snape's length, breathing quickly through his nose as he suckled him for all he was worth. As he fell into a rhythm, his hand around the base made tight counter strokes to those his mouth was making, and he took him deeper and deeper into him until the downstrokes where touching head to back of throat. Jack swallowed the excessl saliva and precum that filled his mouth, creating a tighter suction on his partner. His own throbbing shaft was just brushing the coverlet of the bed, and he moved his hips slowly up and down, teasing himself.

Snape shot out one hand, and grabbed Jack by one shoulder, curling about the collarbone and holding tight. His breath coming rapidly, he pushed the youth back, and sought out his eyes. His voice was a lesson in control. "Your lips are tainted and foul, Grim..." He paused, drew in a breath. "I can think of a better use for you..."

Jack was lost in his task, overwhelmed with lust, and could only blink, and gape at Snape as he pulled him up from sucking him off. He wiped at the damp corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and watched Snape with wide curious eyes. "Yes.... Sir..." he said, breathing a bit ragged, for a number of reasons. "Tell me what you desire..." he whispered as he lowered his eyelids partially, looking sultry with his damp fringe, and flushed face.

"I want to make sure you damn well pay attention in class," he hissed, with a mocking glint in his eyes. "And if that means you have to suffer through them, then so be it. On your hands and knees, boy," he hissed, enjoying watching him in such a state, licking his thin lips as he watched him.

Jack lowered his eyes and nodded silently as he turned to the side, showing his right side and flank toward Snape, and assuming the desired position. His hands were clutching the covers of the bed, and he let his head lower down and opening his eyes, he looked along the underside of his belly and to his hardon aiming down toward the bed. He slid his knees far enough apart to admit a body between them, and whispered, "Ready Sir."

"Not nearly enough," Snape corrected, leaned over for his wand, and quickly solved that. He settled between Jack's legs, settled back on his haunches for a minute, just feeling the heat in those thighs where they touched his own. He slid one finger in with no preamble, and let the other hand trail up from one knee to tease at his upper thigh, ignoring his own throbbing cock momentarily.

Jack was enjoying the closeness of the body of the other as he nestled between his thighs, and had just let out a long, contented sigh when he was pentrated with the lubricated digit. "Uh!" he gasped as the surprise more than the size of the insertion shook him to attention. His cock twitched, and slowly dripped in it's eagerness for use, for release. "M.... More..... Sir...." he panted softly, lowering his head again, and breathing through his mouth now.

Snape smirked, and obliged, pushing a second finger in deep as he let his fingers drag up the underside of Jack's cock, ignoring the tightening in his own belly, and slowly massaging his tight passage. "Patience... patience..."

Jack bit down on his lower lip and nodded quickly. He rocked slightly back and forth on his palms and knees as he was probbed again and gently touched. He made little pleading sounds in his throat. Something... just do... something to me... Now. He screamed in his mind, but remained obediantly quiet for the time being.

Snape didn't long delay before applying a third, long finger, carefully stretching him before pulling his hand back, and resting his slick fingers on the curve of one cheek. He gently surrounded Jack's cock in his hand, and slowly, firmly stroking the length, before twisting at the end, and sliding back to the base, all the while positioning himself... then pushing himself inside with one controlled movement, leaning forwards and putting his hands on either side of Jack.

Jack made little soft moans as the third finger was added, then rotated and retrieved. He felt so void and empty once they had been removed, then his cock was gripped and he mewed. He thrust his hips forward, then backward, just in time to receive Snape's cock as it was pushed into him, a thicker object then three spindly fingers to be sure. "Oh God... Master.... It..... hurts....." he shuddered in a shakey breath and his backside reflexively dipped downward in defense against the thick penetration.

"Shhh shhhh..." Snape said, holding himself still, leaning on Jack's back, rubbing his lips over those shoulders. He slid his hand up and down Jack's shaft, in a regular, even pace, waiting till he felt him relax a little again, biting his lip to avoid coming at the tightness about him.

Jack nodded, panting, feeling the ache from his stretching anus radiate down the back of his thighs and down his calves. He flexed his toes, and took in a long breath, held it for a beat then let it out again. He sniffed once, hot tears tracking down his cheeks to his chin, and he concentrated on relaxing, loosening up his body slowly from chest to rump. He said nothing more, but breathed slower, in, out. In, out.

Snape slid one arm over Jack's back, and down his shoulder, curling his palm over the arm as he moved to place it next to Jack's on the bed, wrist to wrist. Snape kept pumping Jack at a steady, even rhythm, pulling out slowly, before sliding back in just as carefully, concentrating on his breathing, and burying himself in to the balls.

Jack's body rocked slightly with the fleshy give and take Snape was giving to him and he moaned with each stroke of his House Head into his body. "Sir.... Oh.... yes...." he vocalized to let his partner know he was pliable enough now for what ever Snape wanted to take from him. "Take.... me..." he sighed breathily.

Snape was pulling back when Jack's words hit him like a sledgehammer in the stomach, and he shoved back in again, hard, angling his thrust as best he could, but wanting nothing other than to claim him, take him, his hand speeding up and squeezing in counterpoint to his faster, needy thrusts. "Mine," he growled, leaning close to his ear, and throat, eyes closing.

Jack let out a strangled choked sob at the hissed word in his ear. "Yes.... yes..." he gulped, tears starting again as he surrendered himself utterly. "Y... yours.... Master...." he moaned, then his hips shuddered as he released himself, and lost himself in the same moment, spurting seed forth over Snape's fist and onto the bed below.

The tight curl wound it way around Snape's guts, dragging him everywhich way as he felt the young body buck beneath him, and clench him tighter. He rested his weight more on his knees, trying to angle himself better as he shoved himself first in, then out, then in again, before he couldn't hold back any longer, driving forwards and off his knees to sprawl over Jack's back, filling him, and lying panting over his sweating back.

Jack was sobbing softly, the larger body working him from above with powerful pistoning strokes. Claiming him yet again, now, here, for ever? They he felt Snape rise up, and push his deepest into him, then the moan and shudder as he pumped his load into him. Jack let out a soft moan as he then was laid upon and pressed down into the bed, his arms giving out under the weight. He pressed his face into the soft fabric of the bed to muffle his cries. He loved it so. He sobbed each time, but he ached worse when he wasn't being savaged this way, by Snape. He loved the pain, the surrender. "Thank you.... Master." he whispered after turning his head to the side to breathe at last.

Snape lay, smothering the boy, unwilling to move at all, still buried deep inside him, and feeling his warm, damp presence. He shuffled a little, rearranged himself so Jack didn't take all his weight and curled up about him, resting his head on the other's, with the smell of him deep in his nostrils.

Jack continued to make soft, purring noises. He reached a hand back, found Snape's and laced his trembling hand in the larger one, and squeezed hard. "I.... never.... want you to stop.... doing that..." he sighed. "I belong to.... no other...." he said, then closed his eyes and waited for the alarm chimes that would signal the start of reality, when this would have to be put away and forgotten for another agonizing day.