bare_me's Journal

underage porn
Completely unedited, this is the blurb I wrote that made me realize I needed an insane journal...

Title: Legacy
Author: bare_me
Words: 836
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Underage, cross-gen, epgen

His eyes glittered strangely in the low light. The portrait humphed, crossing his arms. No doubt Potter- the middle one- had told Brood #2 something incriminating. His lips were tight.

When he had given those memories to Potter, he hadn’t considered the Headmaster’s portraiture. Had assumed one had to sit for it, like any other bloody painitng. Apparently, it was a part of Hogwart’s magic.

He smirked at the low dungeon walls. Even Potter-the-Middle’s influence couldn’t make them house him in the Headmaster’s office.

“Do I look like her?”

Severus jolted. And raised an eyebrow. The boy sounded far too dangerous.

Albus regarded him calmly, stripping off his robes, wanding them carelessly into the corner.

“Grandmother?”

Severus frowned.

“Only,” he unbuttoned his shirt- all elegance, clearly too much time with Malfoy fils, “I don’t think I do. I think you talk with me because you like looking at me.”

Severus blinked. Was this- blackmail? His namesake was Slytherin enoug for that. But what could he possibly do with it?

Albus was busy licking his lips, hands moving his shirt off and reaching for the button on his trousers. “And I intend to make you admit it.”

Ah. Pride, then. Though why Potter’s son was hurt over him…

That young cock was already rising boldly out of his pants. “It must have been awhile, no? Never knowing who will interrupt, or when. And before that, well, neither professorship nor spying make finding a bedmate easy.” Albus fisted himself casually. Severus grit his teeth. This would not last long. Boys never did.

“Age doesn’t matter now, does it? You’re hardly in a position to coerce me. I can do whatever I want.” Potter had certaintly never had that shark’s smile. Severus kept watching. Anything less would be an admission. One he wasn’t prepared to make.

Albus removed a vial from his pocket and let his pants slide to the floor, less elegant now. “This is what I want to do,” he said. He poured oil into one palm and stroked it unhurriedly up his cock. Oh, yes. Much better. “Severus,” he hissed. And the the boy slid his hand back, over his balls, and fingered his hole.

Severus sucked in a short breath. It had, damn it, been awhile. And though schoolboys were not his usualy fare, he was adaptable. Very. So this show was…intriguing, perhaps.

“Do you know the spell for this?

“Conjugo,” he found himself saying, before he could stop himself.

The brat smiled slyly at him. “How does it feel?”

He hesitated. Ah, well. “Too tight.” He colored. “Fingers are better.”

“Mmmmm. I’ll remember tha- at, ohhh.”

Merlin. The brat couldn’t possibly hit his prostrate from that angle, could he? He fiddled with the button highest on his neck. These robes were strangling him. Perhaps if he just loosened them a bit.

“Oh, oh, I like that. This. It’s so goood. Severus. Mmm.”

Why, the little exhibisionist! He supposed it was his heritage peeking through, but he’d never imagined something quite like this.

“Oh, Severus, oh! I- please, I want to see you.”

Damnit. He was undeniably hard now, even his robes were not quite covering that fact. Underage Potter brats should not be able to do this to him. Hell, the brat had two fingers inside himself now, panting and moaning.

“I want you.” Fuck. Thos green eyes, blazing in to him, saying that. He had his robes open and his cock out before he could even think.

“Yesyes. Please. Tell me what to do.”

Oh Merlin and Salazar in a tea kettle! This was a night for fantasies. “Pinch your nipple.” The boy sobbed, took his hand off his cock to do so. “Now the other.” He let him linger there a moment. “You’re close, aren’t you? Close to coming.” Desperation flashed across his Slytherin’s face.

“Please.” A Potter begging. Yes.

“Please what?”

Albus looked at him with hot, needy eyes. “Please come, sir.”

He reared back. “Put your hand back on your cock. Come when I do.” Nothing was going to stop this now. Nothing. They watched each other intently, hands, mouths, cocks, listened to the sounds Albus alone made- potraits made no sound but speech. But Albus made enoug noise for two, begging and moaning, panting, grunting, crying out, swearing- a whole string of litanies that made Severu’s cock jump each time he heard them.

“You had better be ready, boy.” He got an eager nod in return. Severus gripped, thrust, once, twice, and then he was coming, his first orgasm in twenty three years, and beyond him he could hear Albus coming messily as well. Just as he’d commanded.

He said nothing as cleaning spells were cast, as Albus gathered his clothes, looking disappointed when he didn’t acknowledge him. Waited until the black-haired Slytherin was almost at the door.

“I suppose I can stand your company,” he regarded his nails, “if you choose to seek me out again.”

His Slytherin stood posed at the door. After a moment, he nodded.