Quirrel let out a small "oof!" as his back connected with the tree. Grinning sadistically, Snape grabbed his collar and pulled him up so their noses touched.
"You don't want me as your enemy, Quirrel," Snape hissed, eyes glinting.
Some of the fear faded from the turbaned man's face as Snape pressed his body into the tree. His breath hitched slightly as he was sandwiched between the wood and the other man's strong frame. He squirmed, desperately trying to free himself from Snape's grasp as the Potions master's musky scent and the feeling of being overpowered combined to slowly intoxicate him.
"Although," Snape continued, pressing still closer to the smaller man, "you may want me to be a friend. And perhaps," his voice dropped in both volume and pitch to a smooth almost-whisper, "you would like me to be more than that."
"S...Severus, I..." Quirrel licked suddenly dry lips and tried to concentrate on the pain of the fabric of his robes cutting into his arms.
The black haired man smiled thinly. "You what, Quirrel?"
Conscious thought fled completely as Snape set his lips to the other professor's. Quirrel's entire body shuddered uncontrolably as fire rushed through his veins.
When Snape pulled back, laughing, Quirrel slumped against the tree. His lungs seemed ready to burst from the heat in his body. Severus ran a single fingertip down Quirrel's cheek, following it with his tongue. The DADA teacher's cool fingers traced a parallel path along Snape's face before sliding slowly down the hidden muscles of the taller man's chest.
It was Snape's turn to feel breathless as the questing fingers found his nipples and teased them through the rough fabric. He growled and quickly released the other professor, concentrating instead on pulling the draping robes up and out of the way.
"Ah, Severus...do you think maybe we should..." Quirrel stopped as Snape's fingers slipped past his boxers and located his increasingly hard member.
"Should what?" Snape mouthed an earlobe, reveling in the feeling of domination.
"Not...uhn!...do this...here!" The DADA professor's eyes snapped open as nails grazed along his length, followed by fingers curling around its girth and pumping slowly, teasingly. Almost mindlessly he caressed the Slytherin's nipples, despite his words.
Severus considered this, thrusting his hips against Quirrel's as the other man's fingers ran in lazy circles around his chest. "You know, I think you may have a valid point."
Immediately he stepped away, smiling wolfishly as Quirrel scrambled for balance and breath. "We shall continue this later." He faded into the night, leaving the turbaned man dreadfully confused and painfully aroused.
"You don't want me as your enemy, Quirrel," Snape hissed, eyes glinting.
Some of the fear faded from the turbaned man's face as Snape pressed his body into the tree. His breath hitched slightly as he was sandwiched between the wood and the other man's strong frame. He squirmed, desperately trying to free himself from Snape's grasp as the Potions master's musky scent and the feeling of being overpowered combined to slowly intoxicate him.
"Although," Snape continued, pressing still closer to the smaller man, "you may want me to be a friend. And perhaps," his voice dropped in both volume and pitch to a smooth almost-whisper, "you would like me to be more than that."
"S...Severus, I..." Quirrel licked suddenly dry lips and tried to concentrate on the pain of the fabric of his robes cutting into his arms.
The black haired man smiled thinly. "You what, Quirrel?"
Conscious thought fled completely as Snape set his lips to the other professor's. Quirrel's entire body shuddered uncontrolably as fire rushed through his veins.
When Snape pulled back, laughing, Quirrel slumped against the tree. His lungs seemed ready to burst from the heat in his body. Severus ran a single fingertip down Quirrel's cheek, following it with his tongue. The DADA teacher's cool fingers traced a parallel path along Snape's face before sliding slowly down the hidden muscles of the taller man's chest.
It was Snape's turn to feel breathless as the questing fingers found his nipples and teased them through the rough fabric. He growled and quickly released the other professor, concentrating instead on pulling the draping robes up and out of the way.
"Ah, Severus...do you think maybe we should..." Quirrel stopped as Snape's fingers slipped past his boxers and located his increasingly hard member.
"Should what?" Snape mouthed an earlobe, reveling in the feeling of domination.
"Not...uhn!...do this...here!" The DADA professor's eyes snapped open as nails grazed along his length, followed by fingers curling around its girth and pumping slowly, teasingly. Almost mindlessly he caressed the Slytherin's nipples, despite his words.
Severus considered this, thrusting his hips against Quirrel's as the other man's fingers ran in lazy circles around his chest. "You know, I think you may have a valid point."
Immediately he stepped away, smiling wolfishly as Quirrel scrambled for balance and breath. "We shall continue this later." He faded into the night, leaving the turbaned man dreadfully confused and painfully aroused.