Chapter 12

"Harry, you know how inappropriate that will be for a teacher to rub a half-naked boy's back?" He asked almost desperately.

Harry shrugged it off.

"It's okay, I see the guys do this stuff after Quidditch anyways."

He should just walk away. Not even bother wishing the boy a happy birthday or apologising at this point. He should just walk away right now and let Harry realise he went too far. And that is the actions of a responsible teacher. A responsible teacher would stop this and report it.

"Okay." Snape surrendered.

Without making eye contact, Harry removed his shirt and returned to his previous position of head resting on the back of the chair.

Hesitating, Snape looked at the boys bare back. No shirt. Cream in colour and a tan line where his tee's sleeve ended as well as along the nape of his neck. An almost golden brown. His own hands, pale and white, like snow touching lightly varnished oak.

Snape inhaled and prayed that whatever he was about to do, he would not end up in Azkaban. His hands softly contacted the skin and immediately Harry begun the 'Mmm's and 'ahhhh's, this time without the shirt to cover the boys back. Severus was surprised how soft the young man's skin was. Perhaps he didn't need the gifts he had made him after all?

Severus pressed deeply into the muscles using his knuckles and thumbs. He kneaded the boy like dough and the dough purred. Severus found his cheeks becoming prickly and warm. He was certainly not blushing like a schoolgirl.

"Hey sir, I don't suppose there's any massage oil in that bag of goodies' you got me?".

Severus looked at the birthday gift knowing yes, there is in fact oils of various kinds amongst them that are very compatible for the task at hand. He decided to try bluff his way from using them. If he can make the situation he was in just a little less worse then it's still something.

"Yes, they are for feet, hands and baths. Not for backs."

Harry did admit he was low in the intelligence department earlier. Fingers crossed in his mind he fell for the bluff and doesn't question. Harry nods and responds.

"Shame, that'd make this a thousand times better."

Thank Merlin the boy is a dimwit. But He is still massaging him, he can stop any moment but instead Snape brings his hands up to Harry's shoulders. His long and skilled fingers placed them self on the front of Harry's shoulders while the thumbs remained behind. Snape began squeezing and releasing the curved bone and muscle. Harry relaxed completely and submitted his body to Severus Snape and his magical hands.

Harry tilted his head to the side, exposing his neck and without thought Severus slid his hand from shoulder up to his neck and began patting and sliding up and down while his other hand held onto Harry's shoulder.

"P'fessor…Don't ever sstop."

Snape chuckled at the boy. He was melting under his hands. One part of Severus which he has named the "Insane" part of him was almost proud that his fingers were able to create magic without spells or charms and turn the sad boy to a melting pot of golden honey which purred for him. The other saner part of Snape was now shouting at him and no longer making suggestions as to what he should do but what will happen to him. Lost in thoughts, he hadn't realised that Harry had started leaning back onto Severus, dozing off. Just as the boy was about to fall off his chair, Snape caught him however in the process, fell onto his arse with the boy now in his lap. His hands were holding the front of the boy tightly.

"Harry, you alright?"

There was no answer. Had he fallen completely asleep? He tried again.

"Harry?"

His head was down and hair covering his face. Not sure what else to do, Severus clenched his fingers together and applied pressure to the boy in attempt to wake him up without frightening him. The moment he squeezed he felt that all too familiar hard nub of flesh in between is index and middle finger. Just as he had noticed the boys' erect nipple was in his right hand, a loud moan he hadn't heard come from Harry's lips filled the room. His head flung back and just as quick as Snape realised that he had unintendedly pinched his nipple, the boys legs squirmed, twisted, clenched and he called out his name.

"ah-AH Sss-Sir! P-fess-sor AH!"

Oh fuck Harry Potter was having an orgasm in his arms, in his lap and god dammit why was his hand still on the boy's nipple?

The loud huffing and puffing coming from Harry had left Snape wide eyed and frozen. He just made Harry Potter cum in his trousers. A teenage boy, his student, in his dungeon after giving him a massage! For the first time in his life, Severus Snape truly felt like a deer staring at incoming headlights.