Chapter Twenty-seven: Leave on the Invisibility Cloak

You step closer to the settee, but you keep the cloak on. Why, you're not sure. Maybe so both of you can pretend that this isn't really happening.

You step between Snape's legs. You can tell he feels your presence, that he knows exactly that you are there, invisible, but right in front of him. You lean on the couch over his shoulder and his hands come up to touch you. His palms flatten against your chest, and for a horrible moment you think he will push you away, but he doesn't.

Instead, fingers fist in the Invisibility Cloak and he pulls you on top of him. You straddle his legs and press yourself against his chest so he can feel you there, your whole body, even if he can't see you.

Snape says nothing, and to your surprise, he doesn't even try to pull the cloak off you. Maybe he needs this pretence as much as you do. But he does reach beneath it, his fingers find the way underneath the soft fabric of the cloak and even your old t-shirt, and his palm settles on the bare skin of your back.

You moan as he caresses you and you look down on him. He has his eyes closed and you only hope he's thinking of you, that he imagines you, sees you on the back of his eyelids.

You lean to his neck and inhale his scent. He smells off herbs and earth, and you want to taste his skin, but you can't. Your face must remain hidden.

Instead, you reach down and touch Snape. Your palm slips persistently between his legs and you feel him up. He's hard underneath your touch and you rub him gently, listening avidly to his pleased moans.

In the meanwhile, he's not idle either. His hands wander at first on your back, fingertip tracing the protruding bones of your vertebra, but soon his hand drop lower and as his breathing becomes heavier because of your ministration, he drives his hands beneath your pyjamas and cups your bare arse.

Snape makes you shift and rut against him and you comply with a lustful moan. You want to beg him to touch you more but you're scared your voice would betray you. You dare not speak even though his name wants to fall from you lips.

It seems this is not enough for him either, because suddenly he takes your hand and moves it underneath his pants. He slides your fingers onto his aching hard cock and presses down while he lifts his hip.

It's a silent plea but you can all but hear the words behind it. "Please… more…"

You gently take him out of his confines and you can feel him reach beneath the cloak, too. His fingers slide up on your thigh and when he finds your pulsing prick, he gives it a couple strokes through your pants, but he's just as impatient as you are. That hand is inside your pyjama before you can realize it, pulling out your cock too.

You look down and you see, the cloak has been lifted enough that your lower half is visible. His eyes are on it, too, and Snape's watching your cock right next to his, then he takes both between his long fingers and starts stroking them together.

You join in, your palm, now fully visible covers the purpling glans and you feel you both oozing precome. Your hand slides across his and you jerk yourselves with a firm grip. You start moving, too, thrusting forth, your cock sliding wetly against Snape, another layer of friction that slowly drives both of you insane.

Snape suddenly lets go and his hands return to your arse. His thrusting up, too and as his fingers dig into the taut muscles of your buttock. He's pulling you closer, making you rub against him, while your hand works on your erections, sliding up on the rigid pricks. You're both fucking into your hand, and you know you're going to come in a second.

Then he presses his head against yours and leans to your ear.

"I know who you are," he says in a deep, rough voice and you're crying out, spilling semen over your hand and his cock too. The added slickness or the sound of your voice tips him over too. His coarse grunts fill out the silence of the room as he comes all over you.

Breathing hard, he holds you as he falls back on the settee and you fall with him.

You don't dare speak still even though you know his guess is correct. He knows it's you, but there's a reason he hasn't named you. Some things are, perhaps better left unspoken. Yet, you cannot just leave like this.

You pull away and he casts a cleaning charm on both of you. You're still in his lap, his warm hands are still around you. He does not seem to want to let you go and you don't seem to want to move, either.

Wordlessly, you lift your hand and cover his eyes. Only now, do you take off the cloak, and lean in. You tease his lip with your mouth but he doesn't let you play with him too long. He bites your lower lip, then he kisses you. It could almost feel chaste but you can sense the desire behind his touch, taste lust on the tip of his tongue as he slowly slides it into your mouth.

As you kiss, your hand falls away from his eyes and instead you drive them into his long black hair. It flaws through your finger as if it would be ink, thick and heavy. You can feel the cloak slip off you as his hands roam your back, but you don't care.

Eons later, you break apart, breathlessly panting against each other's lips. You know you should leave, but you don't dare move. You pull slightly back and look at Snape. He still has his eyes closed.

"Go," Snape tells you. A smile tugs on the corner of his lips. "I'll keep them closed. You can leave."

You know it's time and you place one last kiss on his lips, just a quick peck, and his hands fall away. You get off him, grab the cloak from the ground and put it back on.

You go to the door and look back. He's leaning with his elbows on his legs, but he still has his eyes closed. You want to say something, but you don't know what. In the end, you settle for a heavy sigh.

"Only come again, when you're ready to take that cloak off," Snape says softly but with determination is his voice. "I don't care how long I have to wait, I will be here. But next time, I want to see you."

You slip out the door without a word.

Next time…

You like the sound of that.

Fin.