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The addition of an entire Sopophorous Bean, not just the juice, might have been an error on Garreth’s part. But innovation didn’t come from following a recipe word for word!
Though Garreth hadn’t followed any of the recipe thus far. A fact that Professor Sharp was very aware of just by the smell of the potion, nevermind the fact it was a luminous yellow that lit up Garreth’s face like a beacon. Accentuating that excited grin as he tossed in a handful of crushed fairy wings.
The sudden overflowing of the bubbling potion was inevitable. The spurting of viscous yellow potion flying all over the classroom was almost expected.
The problem was, it wasn’t his Fifth or Sixth year any more. It was his Seventh year and his N.E.W.T.s were just around the corner. He couldn’t still be experimenting with his potions during classroom hours. Or disrupting the other students that were actually following the recipe in their books.
Aesop Sharp has had just about enough.
“If you wish to waste your ingredients, you can do so in your own time, Mr Weasley… but damaging school equipment and disrupting my classroom during your most important exams is not.”
“I’m sorry Professor.” The same apology, said with the faintest hint of laughter to his tone. He expected a deduction in house points, maybe another scolding from his aunt.
“I expect you here at the end of the school day for detention. On time , if you would, Mr Weasley. You turned eighteen in January. You have been an adult for over a year now. Act like it. ”
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Not only was Garreth ten minutes late for his detention, he also breezed into the classroom with a kind of brazen mirth at the way Sharp glowered at him from behind his desk.
“You know I don’t tolerate tardiness.”
Garreth gave him that same bright grin he always did when he thought he was being clever as he sauntered over, dragging a stool over so he could sit at the round desk.
“Well it never takes me that long to clean a few cauldrons and-“
“No . You will not be doing any of the usual things I expect during a detention. Merlin knows, they’ve done nothing to discourage your flagrant disregard for the sanctity of my classroom.” Sharp almost sneered. Standing from his chair with one hand splayed on the desk to steady himself.
“So why am I here then? If not to scrub cauldrons or write essays?” Garreth drawled, resting his elbows on the table and playing with a mortar and pestle, causing an irritating grinding sound as the pestle was rolled over the edge of the mortar over and over.
“You are here to learn some proper respect. To your equipment and to me.” Aesop said, flicking his wand to drag the tools away from the young man. “Seven years… I had hoped for maturity beyond the physical.” He grumbled a bit more quietly.
Garreth looked confused, his brows pinched slightly, the lines deepened when Professor Sharp pulled a small vial of something that the younger man instantly recognised by the mother-of-pearl, only confirmed by the swirling spirals of smoke when Sharp pulled the cork out with a pop!
“Why do you have-“ Gareth began, instantly recognising the scent that met his nose.
“How long has Amortentia smelled like my cologne to you?” There was a quality to Sharp’s voice that was almost interrogatory, a keenness to his gaze that made Garreth squirm.
“I don’t know what you mean.” The redhead lied, quickly standing so could at least pretend he wasn’t intimidated or internally panicking. “That’s the biggest load of rubbish I’ve ever hea-“
“Don’t lie to me, Master Weasley.” The gruff Professor barked. “I spent many years as an Auror. Perception was a skill I was highly praised for.” Until he had gotten careless in Scarborough and lost more than the proper use of a leg.
His partner had been a redhead too… perhaps he had a type.
“Investigation was my strong suit. And I have always been good at deducing things based on observation… I noticed the way you began to gravitate towards my jacket if I left it on my chair. The way your pupils would constrict and then dilate as you sniffed the air to catch a whiff of it.”
Garreth was dumbstruck. Frozen in place like a startled rabbit. His panic built, then bubbled over like so many of his experiments. He thought he had been so subtle about it.
“You must be imagining things, Professor,” He said without the level of conviction he had been aiming for. His face felt hot and his fingers trembled.
“Accio. ”
Garreth saw the brief flash of Professor Sharp’s dark wood wand, then he felt the sudden yanking on his robes, dragging him around the table to end right in front of the ex-Auror. He hadn’t even had the chance to even try to defend himself with Protego , nor free himself with Finite before their mouths clashed together with more violence than any spell clash either had ever seen.
Bottles rattled and clinked together on the desk, Aesop saw his old DMLE badge almost fall off the edge, but he grabbed it just in time, without losing his balance nor his contact with Garreth’s lips.
“Proffes-“ The redhead gasped against his mouth.
“Aesop.”
“Aesop… ” How sweet Garreth’s voice could be when he was breathless and flushed. And so alarmingly hard beneath his school robes.
They kiss again. Strong calloused fingers grasp at Garreth’s waist beneath his school robes, squeezing and pulling, urging him to stay in place as his other hand moved up to twist in fiery red hair.
“Is this all you wanted? To kiss me on your desk?” Garreth chuckled against his lips, which earned him a harsh nip of teeth and scrape of Aesop’s beard against his skin as he moved his mouth beside Garreth’s ear.
“Get on your knees, Master Weasley.” Aesop said gruffly. “Your mouth can be put to better use than snarky back talk.” He loosened his tie as a red flush crept up from beneath his collar.
Garreth almost refused, the floor was solid stone, it would have been murder on his knees. But then Aesop cast the Cushioning charm on the floor beneath the desk and his mouth began to water as the older man sat back down on his chair.
“Do I need to repeat myself?” Dark eyes find mossy green and Garreth was sure that his entire face matched his hair.
“No, sir.”
The floor was actually fairly comfortable thanks to the charm softening the stone. Aesop’s trousers were even softer, a far fancier fabric that his hobbled gait implied he could afford. But then again, even ex-Aurors often had quite good severance pay.
“I’m not going to hold your hand, Master Weasley.”
Garreth pouted. Aesop insisted on him using his first name, why wouldn’t he be given the same respect?
Calloused fingers caught his jaw, pulling on his lower lip with the rough pad of his thumb. “You aren’t a child anymore. Don’t pout like one. Say what’s on your mind.”
“Call me Garreth.”
“Perhaps if you remember your manners.” A brush of the thumb against the redhead’s teeth.
Garreth resisted the almost overwhelming urge to roll his eyes or bite the tempting digit… gently .
“Please call me Garreth.”
“That’s marginally better, I hope to see your manners improve once we’re finished, Garreth.” One hand remained in the other man’s red hair as the other unbuttoned his trousers. Garreth knocked the hand away, wanting to do it himself, earring a tug on his roots that made him groan.
Still, Sharp let him reach into his opened trousers, huffing a quiet laugh when Garreth’s eyes went as wide as a Mooncalf’s at what he felt, and then impossibly wider when he pulled him free of his underwear.
Merlin, Sharp was big. Girthy and a little longer than average. The kind of cock that was sure to leave Garreth’s jaw aching. Saliva pooled in his mouth and he glanced up, meeting dark eyes that glinted ever so slightly with something akin to glee at Garreth’s eager hands and dilated pupils.
A flick of a pink tongue, then a long rasp from base to tip, tasting the bead of salty fluid that waited there. Garreth’s eyes were hooded as he suckled on the head, gently at first, teasing the frenulum with his tongue until his scalp burned from Aesop’s merciless grip.
Garreth grew bolder, dipping his head lower to take more of that hard cock into his mouth. Deeper until his eyes watered and he coughed, causing drool to spray onto the fabric of Aesop’s open trousers.
A minute or two of slow head bobbing and small thrusts. An intoxicating rhythm that made Garreth feel slightly out of it, but very much enjoying the pleasant warmth in his body and the fuzziness in his brain. Each low groan he heard made the desire to please even greater. So he took that lovely thick cock even deeper until breath became a luxury.
“Good.” Came the rumbling praise that only just filtered into Garreth’s ears. He blinked watery green eyes to clear them, looking up through ginger lashes at Aesop’s twisted expression of abject pleasure. “This isn’t your first time doing this, is it?”
Garreth wanted to shake his head and then comment on the fact he’d never taken a cock like Sharp’s before, but such a feat was impossible with how thoroughly stuffed his mouth was.
A better use for it indeed .
“I know it’s not… who was it? Master Sallow? Master Gaunt? I was a young man too once, you know… experimentation is not exclusive to today's youth, much as you like to think.” Dark eyes slid closed as he slowly thrust his hips.
“Damn it… I should have given you something… numbed your throat a little… fuck.” It was surprising to hear the older man curse. Even more surprising when he only pushed his cock in deeper. “Be sure to gargle a mouthful of… Wiggenweld potion when you-” A low groan, his bad leg twitched. “When you get back to your Common Room, understand?”
Garreth could only whine his confirmation, trying his best to breathe in between shallow thrusts, saliva dripping down his chin and onto his robes.
He didn’t mind being guided by his hair, made to move up and down, choking and occasionally gagging as the soft head touched the back of his throat and made his eyes and nose stream.
Then Sharp suddenly froze and hastily shuffled his chair forward, forcing Garreth further under the table with a muffled cry as the older man’s cock was still lodged in his throat, just enough that breathing was still possible but he also needed to gag.
Sharp released his hair. “Quiet!” He whispered.
The door to the potions classroom swung open and the sound of heeled shoes on stone made the younger man’s heart hammer wildly in his chest, he knew those shoes. He knew that hurried gait. Years of scolding had seared the sound into his subconscious.
A flick of the Professor’s fingers and even the gagging sounds were muffled, not just his whines. Garreth didn’t dare move, lest the wet sound of the Potion Master’s cock sliding from his throat alert his poor aunt who had no idea he was under the table like some common whore.
Aesop rested his arms on the desk, rolling his wand absently with his index finger. He was glad the stack of essays hadn’t been dislodged during the earlier kiss and the dim lighting of the Potions classroom would hide the flush to his face and neck. The vial of Amortentia was corked once more and only the faintest hint of Garreth’s hair tickled his olfactory system.
“Once again, I must apologise for my nephew, Aesop.” Matilda sighed. The clicking of her heels mercifully stopped on the side of the table behind Garreth and he in turn was hidden by equipment and books and other potion making paraphernalia that helped to conceal his sins.
“It’s quite alright. It’s easy enough to Vanish the messes he makes.” Professor Sharp smiled, causing the scar around his left eye to warp slightly. “I’ve gotten quite good at Vanishing messes since I started working here…. Perhaps more so thanks to Garreth.”
Garreth dug his fingers into the thigh of Sharp’s bad leg, making the older man fist his hand into a tight ball on the table and visibly wince as his cock twitched in Garreth’s mouth.
“Is everything alright?” Matilda always was sympathetic to the ex-Auror’s injury and the daily discomfort it caused him.
“Just my bad leg giving me trouble. Nothing to worry about, Matilda.” A warning shift of his foot between Garreth’s legs made the young man behave, instead slipping his fingers beneath the bottom of a pant leg to rub against Aesop’s lower calf. Even his garter socks were made of some fancy material.
“Regardless. Garreth will be replacing any and all damaged or broken equipment out of his own pocket from here on out.” Matilda said firmly. “After the incident with your entire stock of Runespoor eggs being destroyed I should have started making him replace things himself.”
“It really is quite alright, I still have sources in the Ministry that can pass along such ingredients.” The slighted cant of his hips had Garreth squeezing his calf as silent tears streamed down his cheeks. “If that’s all I’m afraid I have several First Year essays to mark… wish me luck.” A low chuckle that the Deputy Headmistress matched with a soft laugh.
“Alright Aesop. Best of luck to you.” The clicking of heels quickly faded, the classroom door shut and before Garreth could pull back, Aesop yanked him off his cock and Garreth’s voice was returned to him with another nonverbal, wandless spell.
“Merlin’s saggy bollocks! Were you trying to make her find me under here?” He grumbled before he wiped at his eyes and nose with the sleeve of his robe.
“A lesson in restraint. One of which you failed.” Aesop bit out. “Did you have to dig your fingers into my leg?” He rubbed at his thigh gingerly.
Garreth’s anger faded instantly. “I’m sorry.” He meant it.
“I was going to return the favour. But it seems additional punishment is in order.” Sharp grabbed at Garreth’s hair once again and pulled his face towards his cock. “I’m not done with you yet, Garreth.”
It was easy to slip back into the same lustful hae and all consuming want to please he had been in before the interruption. Almost concerningly easy .
But Aesop was rougher, less controlled. He called Garreth foul things that made the younger man’s cock twitch desperately against the confines of his trousers.
“You’re going to swallow me down like a good boy, aren't you, Garreth?”
The redhead wailed his yes during the fleeting moment that Sharp pulled his head back enough for a breath; Before he stole it one more with hot flesh.
Then Aesop pushed his face all the way down, until dark wiry hair brushed his nose and the scent of sweat filled his nostrils. His throat forced to accommodate his cock, his jaws screaming in a delicious kind of pain.
Garreth felt each twitch. With his inability to breathe it was impossible to not focus on the thing blocking his airways as his vision spotted slightly and vignetted at the edges.
Aesop gave a guttural sound, half whine, half grunt as he came down Garreth’s throat. What choice did he have but to swallow?
Finally the Potion’s Master carefully withdrew, staring intently down to watch the string of saliva that joined his cock to swollen lips. A flushed freckled face and glistening green eyes.
Garreth Weasely looked quite pretty after sucking cock so well . Aesop gave him a small smile, a fairly rare sight on his normally quite grizzled face.
“Admirable job, Master Weasley.” He panted and then pushed his chair back so Garreth could stand on slightly trembling legs with a very obvious bulge in his trousers. He didn’t think he’d ever been so hard, though to his dismay, it seemed that Sharp still wasn’t going to give him any relief.
He was technically still being punished after all.
“T-thank you, Professor…” He mumbled, ducking his head with a mixture of mortification and sudden shyness. Garreth hastily moved to the opposite side of the table. The air felt too stuffy so close to the Professor he had just done something so salacious and bordering on taboo.
With the hurried and viscerally sexual encounter over, it was back to formality for the both of them.
“Master Weasley… rest assured that this indiscretion -“ A gesture between them both over the desk. “Will not be going back to your aunt… and neither will your mishap in Potions earlier today.”
Garreth felt heat all the way up to his ears. Swallowing hurt his poor throat. Opening his mouth to speak made the ache in his jaw painfully apparent.
“She… wasn’t here about what happened in class today?” Professor Sharp shook his head. It must have just been a general apology then, for the myriad of mishaps with even more expensive equipment since the start of the school year.
“But I expect better respect for my classroom tomorrow. I would hate for this to become a regular affair.” Though that curious glint in dark eyes and the slight upturn of his lips told Garreth quite a different story.
“Do I make myself clear , Master Weasley?”
“Y-yes Professor… thank you.” Garreth nodded quickly and scurried from the classroom as surreptitiously as he could. Adjusting his robes to hide his persistent erection that he would need to deal with in the nearest Arithmancy Puzzle Room, likely the one in Central Hall.
There was no way he was going to make it back to the Gryffindor Common Room when all he could think about was the sturdiness of Professor Sharp’s desk and how badly he wanted to be bent over it.
Hopefully a fantasy that could be lived the next time he earned the delicious ire of the Potion Master.