Young, Hot and Rich

Okay dokey, it's moved sections (for reasons which will be apparent in this chapter :P) I hope everyone kept up with the move, and I hope everyone likes this chapter (it felt a bit weird to write it, but I hope it reads well).

Snape felt a little odd running his hands over his old friend's back, so different to Harry's taut, flawless skin. This one told stories, and Snape played with a small, raised scar below Dumbledore's ribs. Dumbledore shied away from his hand, pulling his mouth away from Snape's for a second.
“Ah, you've discovered my one ticklish spot.” Snape laughed, never having imagined Dumbledore could be ticklish. Dumbledore smiled and lowered his head to Snape's neck, kissing gently at the sensitive skin he whispered, “Now I have to find yours, if I'm ever going to hold my own in a tickling match.” Dumbledore's fingers gently traced every inch of Snape's skin, and while he didn't find a ticklish spot, he caused Snape to squirm in pleasure none-the-less. Snape grinned and ran his fingernails lightly over the scar. Dumbledore twitched and flinched, before catching Snape's wrists in his hands.
“You didn't think I'd have something as weak as a ticklish spot, did you Albus?” Snape teased. Dumbledore's eyes twinkled and his held Snape's wrists in one hand in order to free the other.
“Ah, but I was saving the best for last.” Brushing back the black curtain of hair covering Snape's ear, Dumbledore lowered his fingernail. Snape jerked as Dumbledore left the averagely sensitive rim of his ear, and probed deeper. He felt his muscles jerk and spasm as Dumbledore ruthlessly explored his sensitive spots.
“Truce...truce...please, stop.” Snape was giddy with pleasure and deep spasms of desire were causing his cock to swell, Dumbledore felt it pushing against his thigh and smiled.
“Sick of games are we friend? Pardon the terrible metaphor, but perhaps you wish to skip the entré and move straight to the main course.” A guilty smile broke across Snape's face. Dumbledore gently rolled over, allowing Snape to get comfortable on his hands and knees. He close his eyes and shivered, desperate for contact.
“Anytime tonight would be fine, Albus.” Dumbledore chuckled, and for the first time ever Snape heard a little embarrassment in his voice.
“Sorry to bother you, Severus, but some of us aren't as young as we used to be. If you wouldn't mind...” Snape laughed, but kept the nastiness out. He settled himself between Dumbledore's thighs and looked down, his smile faltered.
“Oh.” It was an exclamation of surprise, not disappointment. He didn't mind, he'd just always assumed the headmaster would be quite large.
“Well, Severus one cannot have everything.” Dumbledore smiled down at the potions professor, but a little hurt crept into his face. Snape laughed, eager to cover up his slip in etiquette.
“No, no, it's fine just different to how I expected.” It was a decidedly awkward moment, but Snape covered it by firmly wrapping his hand around Dumbledore's cock, causing the man to close his eyes and groan in pleasure. Snape lowered his mouth onto the now swollen erection, and began swirling his tongue around, hesitant about taking it too deep. Before he could really get started, Dumbledore gently lifted Snape's head up.
“That should do it, thank you Severus, now feel free to move back into your former position.” Snape smiled at the old man and crouched on his hands and knees. Dumbledore gently knelt behind him and reached through his legs to massage his cock a little. It felt great, but served only to increase his frustration.
“Don't mind my impoliteness, Albus, but would be so kind as to just hurry up and fuck me?” This bought a genuine laugh from Dumbledore and he gently grasped Snape's shoulders as he lined himself up. Snape pushed back impatiently, and firmly but gently, Dumbledore eased his way in. Snape's eyes rolled back into his head and he reveled in the contrast between this delicious sensation and the terrible ordeal he'd been through earlier. Dumbledore began to slide in and out, getting a little faster each time but staying gentle. Snape thought he has in heaven and began thrusting his hips in time, meeting Dumbledore with each thrust. It didn't take long to finish him off, and he came inside of Snape with a small moan. He stayed inside of Snape and gently thrust, attempting to brush his prostate, and at the same time curling his hand around his erection. A well timed squeeze coupled with a hard brush of his prostate caused Snape to cum, not caring it was going on the headmaster's sheets. Dumbledore withdrew finally and lay down. Snape lay down facing him and smiled.
“Thank you.” They both knew nothing else needed to be said and, foreheads touching, fell asleep.