Chapter Twenty-one: Apologize and leave

"Fuck, I'm so sorry…" You take your hands off him immediately and step away.

He stays there in the chair. He does not even turn back to look at you. It's better like that, you tell yourself. You can't look him in the eyes after this. Probably never again.

You feel so embarrassed, your face is all heated up. You wish you could Apparate or simply just disappear on the spot, but unfortunately you can't. You'll have to walk through the whole classroom.

You take a deep breath and you walk away calmly.

You manage to take two whole steps then suddenly Snape grips your wrist. He pulls you back then backs you into the table. The next moment there's a leg between yours, pressing against your hard cock.

You look up at Snape with wide eyes. He moves his leg and you moan again. This time it's fully audible. But it's not because of his leg. You can feel his erection press to your thigh, too.

Fuck, Snape's hard and standing in front of you.

Your hips seem to move on their own, the idea just too enticing. You don't know where all this lust came from, but you don't even care. You slip your hand up his chest and grab into his black robes as he presses you even more into the desk. You grab into his hair and you tug, plastering your mouth on the thin line of his neck. You don't dare go for a kiss.

You're rutting against each other; you can feel the desk move a little with every thrust. It's insane but you don't care. You want this.

Snape grabs your ass and you cry out.

"Fuck…" you hear him grunt in your ear. He sounds breathless, he's close already.

You're not far behind. "Oh yeah," you answer and you bite down on the skin of his neck. "Fuck Snape…"

You drive a hand between your rutting bodies and cup his cock. He cries out. You love hearing him this abandoned. You map out his prick with your finger; he feels long and thick and you can feel his pants getting wet with precome.

You're in no different shape. You're leaking all over yourself as well as you slide against his thigh over and over. The pressure is sweet, it's delicious, you don't want this to end ever, but you know it will – and unfortunately a lot sooner than you want it.

You can't hold on. You don't want to hold on. You palm the head of Snape's cock, wishing you had the bravery to reach beneath those pants and feel him up for real, without clothes and anything – a firm member against your palm, a hot flesh, sliding wetly between your finger.

You're coming the next moment, clutching his neck with one hand and his twitching cock with the other. You can feel him coming too, body shuddering, lips parted, groaning with a deep voice that makes your chest vibrate.

You stay like that for a while, panting against each other. The question "what's next" hovers at the edge of your mind but you simply don't care at the moment. You don't want Snape to move away and when he does in the end, you cling to him just a little longer.

In response, he places a small kiss to your temple, and you can feel his lips curve into a smile. You melt a little bit, then remind yourself who's standing in front of you.

You lean back and look up at him.

He pulls out is wand and you feel a cleaning charm wash over you. The warm, sticky feeling is gone from your pants, but the wild excitement of the last minutes still buzzes in your chest.

"You will not mention this to anyone, of course," Snape says and raises an eyebrow.

"Of course," you assure him with a crooked smile. "Wouldn't want others coming to you for company, would we?"

He huffs a laugh. "You should leave. It's getting late."

There's something in those black eyes that make you think if you just told him you want to stay, he would let you. But instead you cup his chin and turn his face slightly slideways. You place a gentle kiss to his cheeks that's anything but chaste.

"Good night, Professor Snape." You say with a teasing smile but before you could walk away, he grabs your neck and forces you to look at him.

"I'll be here if you need company again," he whispers then crushes his mouth to yours.

He kisses as wildly as he does anything else. You groan against his lips and reconsider leaving, but in the end he's the one who pushes you away.

"Good night," he says then marches to his chambers, black robes billowing as always.

You look after him, running a hand over your hair.

You can't wait for your next sleepless night.

Fin