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Aesop would rather face ten, dark wizards in a one versus ten battle than sit in a loge, watching some teenagers whizz past their brooms.
He groaned as he rested his chin on his knuckles. Headmaster Black had been acting as if he was a staunch supporter of wizarding games. But in fact, the idiot had cancelled last year’s season just because a pure-blood had been injured during practice. Now, because his son was one of the star players in the Slytherin quidditch team, he was way too enthusiastic in promoting the games to everyone. He even had ordered a special viewing loge raised above the bleachers in the Quidditch Pitch. There, he could easily watch the games without straining his neck.
And the loge came out as if it was built for a theater, not a school stadium. Situated high above the pitch, the marble-made structure gave the professors a full view of the stadium in a single glance. Its velvety interiors reflected Black’s taste in interior decoration: furniture filled with fancy swishes and curves. Plush armchairs upholstered in velvet populated the room. Beside each chair was a dark mahogany table where a house-elf would place various treats and snacks for the spectators. The decorators enchanted large windows with gold frames, ensuring the audience in the loge had a clear view of everything that happened during the match. The headmaster’s bust stood sentinel at the oak entrance.
What a hypocrite, he muttered to himself. A house-elf shuffled beside him and offered him a goblet of wine. The wine goblets, fashioned with fine gold, etched each house’s emblem. He also noticed that the quality of the wine was not like the ones used back in the Great Hall. It tasted more fruity yet rich at the same time. He took a tentative sip, and the flavors burst into his mouth. Maybe he shouldn’t have expected Black to order such a strong drink like firewhisky. The headmaster was not known for his alcohol tolerance.
As he watched the players clad in emerald green and yellow uniforms, he secretly wished he was back in his office, researching for a cure for his leg. It was the perfect time for a quiet study. No one, not even Peeves, would bother him while a Quidditch match was ongoing.
Trotting towards him, Kathrina took a chair and winked at him. “Enjoying the match, Professor Sharp?” she giggled.
He groaned and rolled his eyes. “I’d rather watch the paint dry.” he took another sip from his goblet. “I can’t understand the excitement of watching students getting bludgeoned by flying balls or catching them only to throw it on goalposts.”
Mirabel shot up from her seat, waving her yellow flag. “Go Hufflepuffs! Keep it up!” she cheered. The other professors seemed to be affected by her infectious enthusiasm.
Both he and Kathrina sat behind their colleagues, who gaily chatted and placed bets on whether the Hufflepuffs or the Slytherins would win the opening match. When he glanced at the Alchemy professor, however, he noticed that she too wore a bored expression. The long lashes partially obscured her golden eyes. “I see that you’re not a fan of the sport as well?” he asked.
She shrugged. “I think it’s not too exciting for me.”
“Not exciting?”
His lover slumped back in her chair while nursing her own goblet of wine. “I think it’s more fun when you are hands on with the activity, don’t you think?” she pouted.
He hummed in agreement. Somehow, Kathrina had a way of putting his own feelings into words. Perhaps that was the reason he was attracted to her somehow. Despite the revelation, they remained trapped in the box until the matches ended.
Then she leaned in and whispered into his ear. “If you like, I have an idea for the two of us to make it exciting for both of us,” she purred.
Her voice stirred his imagination, causing blood to rush from his head to his member. Aesop involuntarily swallowed before asking her, “what did you have in mind?”
“Well,” she began, tracing his jaw with her index finger, “It’s much more exciting if it’s a surprise.”
He rolled his eyes and shook his head. “You really like to keep me on my toes, Professor Holmes.”
She winked and waved her wand. A thick, brown and white fur coat appeared out of nowhere. As she draped it on his lap, the soft texture of the fabric gave some comfort to the dull pain throbbing on his leg.
“Oh, is there something wrong, Aesop?” Matilda asked when she glanced back and saw Kathrina draping his lap with a fur coat. “Why are you covering up?”
Aesop gulped, though he tried to keep his tone casual as he answered, “it’s rather cold today, Matilda. And my leg doesn’t like it.”
It was a lie; he knew. Upon entering the loge, he immediately observed the temperature-regulating enchantments. He also noted the quality of the enchanted velvet on the seats. Back in his time with the Aurors, he recalled how an enchanted fabric could accommodate a person’s temperature, keeping them comfortable. He just wished Matilda would not notice such details.
The Deputy Headmistress pursed her lips and nodded. “I agree. It’s quite chilly this morning. Do you need something to warm you up?”
“Uh, no, thank you. This coat will do.”
Without further question, she merely gave him and Kathrina a glance before concentrating on the games in front of them.
Slytherins successfully scored, causing excitement to fill the air. Aesop ignored the excited cheer coming from the bleachers. After Kathrina draped the coat across his lap, she merely relaxed in her chair and watched the games. She gave him a playful smirk and put her finger across her lips, an act that exasperated him. What was this woman up to now?
Sighing, he took another drink and mentally created formulas in his head as entertainment. A troll bogey, a pinch of manticore spines, one teaspoon of horklumps, three slices of dried battys....no, that wasn’t it. One pinch of crushed dandelions...no that isn’t right either....
And a soft touch grazed his thigh, causing him to freeze up. His eyes shifted to his lap and saw nothing amiss. He blinked several times and nearly jumped in surprise when he felt another light, warm stroke on his thigh. The touch was gentle and subtle, though it caused a delightful shudder to race through his spine. Underneath the thick coat, a form moved, slithering towards the center of his thighs. He glanced at his lover again, and her face gave away nothing. She kept her bored expression and yawned. He could only wonder what she was up to under his lap. And how could she maintain such a calm composure while doing it?
Her lithe fingers traced the contours of his scarred thigh. Her touch was so soft that it tickled him. He tried not to jerk when he felt the tips of her fingernails scraped against the silky fabric of his trousers. Somehow, it was all heavenly as she teased him with her elegant fingers, and she wasn’t even touching his skin. Was this the surprise she spoke about? He squirmed in his seat. The anticipation and the mystery of what she was doing in his lap were too much.
He wanted to grab her wrist and be done with it. But one sly look from those golden eyes told him not to ruin the surprise she had in store for him. Instead, he bit his lower lip and focused on his breath, while her fingers struck the inside of his thigh, close enough to touch his balls, yet far enough for him to be in a state of perpetual frustration. She had not even ventured underneath, yet his cock squirmed inside his trousers, wanting to break free. He could already feel his pre-cum oozing from its tip and soaking through the fabric. And his cock grew, enjoying Kathrina’s feather-light teasing, stretching the cloth of his pants as it twitched, aching for more of her gentle caress.
“Enjoying the games?” she purred. She looked so innocent, yet her devilish grin gave her away.
He nodded, not wanting to show her how much she had an effect on him. He wouldn’t want to give her the satisfaction of seeing how frustrated she had made him with just her delicate touches alone. “It’s enjoyable, I suppose. Not too exciting yet not boring.”
She let out a hum, as if taking his reaction as a challenge. Once again, her fingers traveled to the waistband of his pants. This time, it was close enough for him to feel her fingernails scrape against his skin. The heat of her fingers against his stomach gave him a delightful shiver as her index finger dipped inside and hooked onto the elastic waistband of his underpants.
His throat uttered a guttural moan in response.
Abraham whipped his head back. “Aesop, Kathrina, everything alright? Do you need me to have a house-elf bring you something?” he asked. His bushy eyebrows knitted as he stared at the two professors behind him.
Aesop threw a nervous glance at his lover. But she was quick. Her right hand rested casually on her lap as she ate some pumpkin pies with her left hand. “Everything is alright, Professor Ronen,” she replied smoothly, “It was nothing more than a sneeze, that’s all.”
Abraham raised a thick eyebrow, and he studied her expression before looking at his colleague.
The Potions Professor shifted in his seat before nodding. “Just got a bit too excited when the Slytherins caught the quaffle mid-air, that’s all.” He explained. “But yes, some more wine would be nice,” he quickly added.
Abraham shook his head, but a grin formed across his face as he returned to watching the games.
After the house-elf refilled his goblet, Aesop took another swig, hoping to quench the fire building up inside him. It did not help when Kathrina stroked his thighs again, teetered dangerously close to his member. The anticipation coiled in his groin as he felt every long, lazy stroke brought him closer to the edge.
Merlin, please. He begged. His trousers were still unopened, but the need clawed its way more viciously than a starving mongrel. But because of the precarious situation he was in, he had to reign in whatever hunger he had inside.
While Mirabel and Abraham argued over a foul made by one of the Slytherin Chasers, he felt her fingernail slid down his pubes, causing him to choke on his wine. He hacked and coughed, and his colleague patted his back to ease the coughing fit. “Professor Sharp, I think you should slow down on your drinking.” She advised.
Kathrina, who had pulled her hands to herself to avoid detection, giggled. Her actions, however, only irritated Aesop further. He gave her a warning glance. But she playfully winked back in response to his warning.
“So you want to play the hard way, huh?” his left eye twitched as he whispered in her ear.
“But you love it when I play hard,” she whispered back. And he had to admit; the minx had a point. He couldn’t deny that his heart raced, his breath ragged from the exhilaration of being discovered. All this tension, the teasing, it drove him mad.
He smoothed his suit, readjusted the coat on his lap, and grabbed his goblet. He was a hardened veteran Auror. No amount of teasing in this manner could make him waver. “If you think you can make me unravel in that way, then I have news for you,” he said before downing his glass of wine in one gulp. The alcohol was not enough to dull the sensation he was experiencing, but it took the edge off a little.
She merely stuck her tongue out as a reply.
The players whizzed past them as the games went by. The score had been a close fight, in favor of the Slytherins. Black had been boasting about the strength of the Slytherin team; but the other professors seemed to ignore him. Dinah and Shah had been more interested in analyzing the strategies of each team. At the side, Abraham and Mirabel had asked Mudiwa if the Divination Professor had already seen the winner of the match. The rest merely enjoyed the games as it unfolded.
But their fanfare was already past Aesop’s attention — because by now, Kathrina’s fingers had been deftly unbuttoning his trousers. He wondered how skilled she was in order to unfasten it with one hand while feigning nonchalance with the other. He bit his tongue as he felt his member spring up, finally freed from the restraint of his clothes. And it grew more when Kathrina slowly and methodically traced the veins around his length with the tips of her fingers.
Sucking a mouthful of breath, he closed his eyes in deep concentration. If he lost control now, if he moaned and showed how much he was enjoying his lover’s teasing, everyone will notice. The last thing they needed was a scandal. He threw his head back and grit his teeth as his erection stood tall and proud, hungry for her attention.
A strangled moan tore from his throat, but it was quickly clamped down by gritted teeth. His body betrayed his will, arching off the chair in a desperate attempt to release. He attempted to shift his focus to other matters, but it had proved useless. A dull throb pulsed in his leg, a persistent reminder of his injury, was a mere whisper compared to the roar of desire building in his core. The image of the bubbling cauldron only fanned the flames of his desire, the heat coiling lower and lower in his gut. His vision swam at the edges, tinged with a hazy red as pleasure threatened to overwhelm him. Her touch, a warm caress that sent shivers down his spine, cupped the base of his throbbing shaft, trapping his engorged length between the heel of her hand and her fingertips. He fought to maintain control, the pressure building in his core like a tightly coiled spring waiting to be released.
It was only a matter of time before he exploded.
He was ready to brace himself for the inevitable when the touch shifted. Her thumb gently pressed on the underside of his cock. Then, in a slow motion, she gently slid her thumb from the head of his cock down to the base, lightly pressing into the vein. The build up lessened, allowing him to regain some his lost wits.
The pressure of her touch vanished, leaving a cold void in its wake. Fear coiled in his gut as he braced for her retreat. Then, a flash of her smile, a playful wink. A single finger pressed to her lips, silencing any protest he might have voiced. Her tongue darted out, a fleeting glimpse of pink against ivory skin, glistening as it traced a line across her palm. Before he could blink, the warmth of her hand returned, engulfing his aching erection. A slickness, cool and foreign at first, sent a jolt of exquisite pleasure through him, his jaw slackening in stunned arousal. Each measured stroke sent shivers down his spine, a delicious tension building in the pit of his stomach. If she continued this, he knew she would turn him to a mere marionette, controlled by the gentle glide of her soft fingers along his throbbing shaft.
He pried his fingers off the armrest, slid it underneath the coat, and wrapped his hands on her lithe fingers. The bubbling sensation on his stomach rose to his chest. And his hips bucked. She squeezed tighter, giving him a full stroke, sending another jolt of pleasure throughout his body. He gripped her fingers tighter, and he could hear a small gasp escape her lips.
To his chagrin, she withdrew her hand and playfully swatted his. With a wag of her index finger, she mouthed the words: “Impatient aren’t we, Mr. Sharp?” And then she resumed stroking him, this time with more intensity, and with the aid of his pre-cum and her saliva, she gave him an easy slide with her hand.
With a grunt, he eased himself into the chair. The sensual movement of her hands was becoming too much for him. His left leg twitched as her fingers flicked the slit at the head of his cock, sending a wave of pleasure throughout his body. The suspense was too long for him, but judging by the look in her eyes, she had no plans to let him finish soon. He was trapped. He would have to play her game and hope to get through it all.
No, he shook his head. If she could play that game, so can he. A small grin appeared on his face as he shifted his position in his chair. It was a slight movement, just a simple scoot down. But Kathrina was surprised. He could tell by the look in her eye.
He shifted his sitting position and took a bite from a biscuit. As he kept his gaze on the game, he muttered. “Twisting their maneuvers will help them avoid some obstacles and let their Seeker do some acrobatics while going for the Snitch.” he muttered.
Matilda turned and faced him with one eyebrow raised. Even Kathrina, who had quickly withdrawn her hand, blinked curiously. The others, even the headmaster, turned and glanced at him, expecting an explanation. He could not think of anything clever, so he blurted out the first thing that came to his mind. “If they twist and turn to their right, it gives their seeker the advantage of having the sun behind them and blinds the opposing team.”
Mirabel gasped. “I didn’t know that you’re well versed in Quidditch strategies, Professor Sharp!”
He shrugged. “If you know a lot of strategies, you will find out that you can apply it to any kind of situation,” he then threw a swift glance at his lover. When he saw her confused look, he took it as a victory for himself. Two could play at this game. “And their grip on their brooms seems to loosen when they twist their handle. If they get jostled by a bludger, then they could drop a quaffle or even lose balance in their broom.” He explained further.
The other professors could only stare at him in wonder. But they soon turned their attention back to the game. Kathrina, meanwhile, narrowed her eyes.
He winked at her. “Think you can figure it out, Professor Holmes?” he mouthed.
She pursed her lips in deep thought. Then, in a moment of realization flashing in her eyes, she smirked. “Oh, Professor Sharp. That’s brilliant.” She said out loud. Her hands slithered back to his lap, and she twisted her hand motions. She applied more pressure as her pace quickened. “I have never thought that you could have such good Quidditch analysis skills.” She cooed.
He chuckled. “Every player should pace themselves. If they simply speed up, they’ll soon find out that they’re running out of energy. The key is to be consistent.” He whispered.
A soft whimper escaped his lips as he felt her palm slid to the head of his cock. A soft thumb stroked his slit, smearing his pre-cum across its surface. Her movements slowed down, and his breath became shallow. In his mind, he tried to think of something else to stave off the inevitable. “Lowering their center of gravity also gives them better traction,” he continued, “Don’t focus on broom grip.”
She smirked as she understood what he meant. Her grip left the shaft and let her fingers slide down to his balls. There, her index and middle fingers gently massaged his balls, while her thumb and index finger applied light pressure around its base.
It took all his composure not to groan. She fixed her gaze on him, gauging his reaction while fondling his balls. Aesop forced his eyes on the game in front of him. But the pulsating throb in his crotch clouded his vision. He could barely focus on the match happening in front of him.
The bludger zipped through the air as the Slytherin chasers flew past, easily catching up to a chaser. One unfortunate player got tossed by a bludger. Seizing the opportunity, the Slytherins stole the quaffle and swiftly passed it to a player who flew across the air, shooting at the goal.
“It is ideal to focus on the goal. But paying close attention to the surrounding areas can be rewarding as well,” he smirked at Kathrina.
The Alchemy Professor grinned as she understood his words. She let her touch travel to his frenulum and foreskin, and the sensitive spot sent waves of pleasure up his spine. His cock jerked and throbbed as she paid special attention to it, allowing him to relax for a moment and relish her gentle caress.
“So, why do you think that Hufflepuff chaser lost her grip on the quaffle?” Kathrina winked at him.
A smirk slowly formed on his mouth. “Her wrist work is sloppy. She should have evaded that bludger if she knew how to twist around her broom using her wrists.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Oh, I see...” she said. She immediately applied it by pressing her wrist against his cock, letting his member glide between her wrist and the soft skin on her palms. The pressure of her touch and the friction made his cock twitch and jerk. Her golden eyes gleamed with delight, and a part of him felt proud that he could teach her a lesson about what it truly means to drive him mad with pleasure. Even in the most unconventional way.
But all the pleasuring had built up the pressure, and it was only a matter of time before he burst. With each stroke, he could feel the tension rise and coil in his crotch.
Outside, the announcer roared that the Slytherin seeker was close to the Golden Snitch. The cheers and chants from the student bleachers echoed all throughout the pitch. Even the other professors were excited as they shouted their support for either the Hufflepuff or the Slytherin Seekers.
“Do you think the Slytherin Seeker will get the snitch?” Kathrina muttered.
Aesop let out a long breath and chuckled. “If she’s fast and focused enough.”
At his subtle urging, her pace quickened, sliding from the base of his shaft and up to its tip. Her hand, once languid, became a blur, gliding from the base of his throbbing shaft to its sensitive tip. The edge of her nail gently raked against the underside of his cock, causing it to tremble and convulse. He choked a moan, teeth gnashing against the building ecstasy. Despite the speed, she worked rhythmically in creating the perfect balance between firmness and softness. Her fingers curled possessively around the bulbous head, a delicious squeeze that had him gasping, his body shuddering uncontrollably. The pleasure was a tidal wave, threatening to engulf him. The pressure was becoming too much for his self control to handle. He dug his fingers into the chair armrests, knuckles straining white, a silent plea for release as he teetered on the brink.
And the pleas called out louder… and louder… until...—
“SLYTHERIN WON THE MATCH!”
The deafening roars of triumph quickly masked Aesop’s moans of pleasure. He spilt himself all over her hand and his trousers. The flurry of students cheering and shouting drowned the sound of his own ragged breathing. His eyes fluttered shut as he felt his orgasm slowly die down. He could still hear the announcer shouting praises to both the Slytherins and the Hufflepuffs and the Headmaster rambling on and on about how great Slytherin players are.
His lover quickly took out her wand and cast a silent scourgify to clean up the mess. Aesop barely noticed. All the pent-up tension and desire had drained all his energy. He slumped back in his seat, basking in the afterglow of his orgasm.
Abraham chuckled as he walked towards him. “For a man who claimed to have hated Quidditch, you seem to have gotten into the excitement of the game.” He teased.
He chuckled. “It’s easy to get caught up in the action if the games are intense. It’s not too exciting when you’re simply watching a boring match,” he smirked, throwing a glance at his lover. “Sometimes, you just need to make some twists and turns to make it more exciting.”
“Adding some spice, huh?”
“You could say that...”
The Charms professor gave him a knowing smile and nodded. “Well, I’m glad you enjoyed the game.” he winked. “I take it you’ll attend the other matches?” he asked, though the mischievous gleam in his eye told him he already knew the answer.
Aesop shrugged. “Perhaps,” he smirked. “I don’t think Professor Holmes will let me miss such a wonderful event.”
His colleague let out a hearty laugh. “Oh, I’m sure she won’t,” he said as he bade goodbye. “I’ll see you at lunch!”
Aesop glanced at his lover. With a knowing grin, she displayed her satisfaction. He waited for the other professors to leave the loge before pulling Kathrina aside. With a kiss on her temple, he muttered under his breath. “I don’t believe our game is done just yet.”
“Oh? I wonder what more you have in store for me,” she purred.
Aesop smirked as he grabbed her ass and squeezed it. “Shall we go for a rematch? You caught me off-guard earlier,” he whispered into her ear. He smelled the faint lavender wafting in her auburn locks. “Let’s see how long you can stay quiet in the Great Hall, Kathrina.”
“You can be a sour sport sometimes.”
He laughed. “And you’ve been such a bad influence on me,” he replied, “And I assure you, I can be worse than a sore loser when the mood suits me.”
Kathrina smirked as she grabbed her cloak. “Then let’s see if you’re all bark and no bite.”