Chapter Twenty-two: Continue
Well, if he doesn't care, why should you.
You continue to rub him with your hands while your prick is moving against the back of the chair. It's a lovely feeling but not quite as pleasant as it would feel to press against Snape himself.
You're not quite sure why this situation makes you so excited, all you know is that you're rock hard underneath your pants. Maybe because he's so passive about this, as it would perfectly normal to let a student do this.
You look over his body underneath you and you notice, he's far from unaffected. His legs are wider apart and there's a definitely large bulge on his crotch.
Your massaging technique softens to caresses and he still does not say a word. Not even when you move to unbutton his robes. You're down three buttons but there's still a white shirt beneath it, so you can't touch him properly. Your fingertips seem to burn, you want to stroke his naked chest so much.
You let out a frustrated huff and lean to his ear, you lick the rim and he lets out a laugh. It's a deep rumbling sound.
"You need some help?" He asks and you can feel the smugness in his voice. You hate it a bit, but it does make your cock twitch.
"Yeah," you answer and suck on Snape's earlobe. You withdraw your hands while he unbuttons his shirt. You decide you had enough of the rutting and push your pants down. You hook the band underneath your bollocks and start stroking yourself, while your hands return to the now naked skin.
You stroke Snape's hairless chest, slowly and languidly. It's the same pace you stroke yourself with. A part of you wants to rush it so you get to finish before Snape comes to his senses and shoves you out, but your other part suspects you probably have as much time as you like.
As you lean more over the chair, your hand slips further down, deeper into that half-unbuttoned shirt. You find Snape's nipple and rub your forefinger against it. Suddenly, he grabs your hand and pulls it out.
For a brief moment, you think you've gone too far, but then Snape takes two of your fingers into his mouth and wets them. You moan loudly as you feel him suck on them. The sensation goes straight to your cock. You wish you could feel his mouth on you, licking the head of your prick with that sharp tongue of his.
When your fingers are free to move again, you put them right back. You play with Snape's nipple and watch him squirm in his seat. The bulge on the front of his pants is getting bigger and bigger and you can feel yourself all but drooling.
"Take it out," you tell him, your mouth against his ear.
"No," Snape says and you tweak his nipple. He jumps but he doesn't move.
"I want to see you," You moan, your voice turning to begging.
"No," comes his answer again.
"I want to taste you," you admit with a shaking voice. He shivers, his hand goes down over his hard prick, but he still doesn't unbutton himself. His hips lift and you can all but see him thrust into your mouth as you're kneeling in front of him on the stone floor of the Potions Classroom.
Your hand quickens around your shaft. You bite your lip, then find something else to sink your teeth in. You find his neck and you taste him there. His hand comes up and he grabs into your hair. His palming himself now and you bite down even harder. His harsh groan is like an electric zap to your cock.
"Fuck Snape…"
"Hurry up, Potter," it sounds like a warning and you want to find out what would happen if you didn't do as you were told. But you're too close already and you can't drag this out as long as you'd like.
You just imagine him standing up in a swift move and bending you over this chair. He would have a finger up your arse before you could say a word and by the time you remembered how to speak, his cock would be pressing inside you.
That mental imagine is enough to get you to come and you bite his neck as your fisted hand moves wildly on your rigid erection. Snape echoes your muffled moan, and you can't tell if it's pleasure or pain that makes him utter these deep noises.
Your come covers the back of the chair and some drops dribble down your fingers too. You lift a slightly shaking hand and hold it out to Snape.
"You want to suck on this too?" You ask teasingly, but he lets go of your hair and grips your wrist. The next moment, he has your come-covered finger in his mouth. You can feel his hot tongue move on your digit as it swipes it clean. When he releases it, it makes a little pop sound.
"Fucking hell, Snape…" You moan then straighten yourself. You move in front of him. He's still just sitting there, hard cock tenting his pants. He looks confident, not even slightly bothered by what's just happened here. He's so hot as he looks at you with those black eyes.
You're about to kneel down, but he stops you. "I don't fuck my students, Mr. Potter." He tells you in a dark voice. "Now get out of here. I have important business to attend to." He palms his cock as if you didn't know what he means.
"You're sure you don't want me to stay?" You ask as you lean on the arm of the chair and let your other hand drift over his cock, too. Even through the pants he feels big and thick and your own prick twitches again.
"Out," he says as he swats your hand away, but there's a smirk on his lips. "But ask me again, when you're out of school."
"See you in two weeks then." You tell him, then leave.
Fin