‘Harder,’ Severus growled, throwing me a stern look which warned me that insubordination would not be tolerated. Not that I would actually want to be insubordinate. I enjoy pleasuring him and seeing him respond to my touch.
Obediently, I increased the pressure on his flesh, and Severus breathed sharply through his nose as my small hand worked the warm skin, rhythmically stroking him both briskly and firmly.
‘Yessss! Like that! Don’t stop!’ he hissed, and I could sense his relief was almost complete. I smiled triumphantly as his head rolled back, eyes closed, with a look of sheer bliss on his features. My wrist was starting to ache now, but I never once let up on the pace, eager to ensure my man was completely satisfied.
It was a hard job being Severus Snape’s personal back-scratcher, but somebody had to do it.
Originally written for my dear friend P, who asked me to "go and do something silly" for a few hours.