I actually feel bad for doing this but….. I present the story no one searched for and yet i am willing to bring into existence, you’re welcome
Green eyes, and tan skin.
Those were Snape's main memories of last night. Tight tan skin and devious green eyes that burned something fiercer than the sun.
It had been a long week with teacher remediation and all Snape had wanted to do was have a pint or two at a quiet bar down the street and relax in his quarters for the night with his slight buzz to forget how early he would have to wake in the morning.
Snape had thought he was a fine teacher if not for his flaws though really no one was perfect. Despite this very fine argument, after a little squealing from his favorite (he had favorites too really he was no different from Snape) student, Dumbledoor had still sent Snape to a 3-month teacher seminar with council member Rivers in order to “smarten up” as Ms. McGonagall would put it.
Snape never really liked the woman either, always sticking her pointy nose in his business and giving him “tips” on how to better his lessons. Last he remembered she didn’t teach potions but did that stop her? No, it didn’t. And now Snape was drinking his nights away at teacher remediation and he would never forget her smug face as he was given the letter sealing his fate. God, he had just wanted to hex that old- Woah. How much had he had to drink?
“About 4 glasses but hey, who’s counting right?”
Okay that’s weird. Now he’s hearing pretty voices in his head. Definitely too much.
“I’m not a voice in your head, but I’m glad you think I sound pretty.”
Snape snapped his head in the direction where the apparently real voice was stationed and almost dropped his glass. Green. Green. Green.
Snape had never seen greener eyes and matched with that long black hair and leather pants that fit him a bit too well he looked like sin itself. A smirk pulled those pretty pink lips and Severus felt himself swallow.
“Sin huh? Don’t think I’ve heard that one before but thank you. I feel like I’m gonna be saying that a lot tonight”. Snape was typically a very pale person and if anyone asked he would blame everything on the alcohol including the slight dusty blush taking over his cheeks.
With an awkward cough Snape pulled his eyes away from the distracting stranger (It was not difficult at all. No) and requested a cup of water from the barkeep, he really needed to stop speaking aloud. He didn’t let himself even think another word and with that clear dismissal, he expected the distracting stranger to simply bugger off to someone else for the night. Instead- “My name’s Poseidon”- he introduced himself.
Snape wanted to snap that he hadn’t asked but as the man draped himself on the chair next to him, Snape suddenly found himself very interested in the small hole wearing itself into the man's pants on his upper thigh. Snape noticed him shift and looked up to meet a piercing knowing gaze driving his attention immediately back to his drink. The man scooted closer and oh god Snape could feel the heat from here.
“You never told me your name?” The words were spoken clearly but his eyes were firmly trained on Severus’s lips and held a lusty glaze that sent a full shiver down Snape's spine. Now, normally Snape considered himself a man of great restraint able to turn away even the greatest of temptations. A pink tongue darted out across those plump lips and Snape’s eyes darted to the action.
“Well?” Poseidon asked his voice nothing short of teasing, one eyebrow raised and Snape was not very fond of the things that tone was doing to his insides.
He opened his mouth to give him his name or at least ask for another drink. Instead, he found himself reaching over, drinking in the taste of Poseidon’s lips (strangely of seawater but like in a good way) gulping him down like water in the desert.
He could feel Poseidon laugh into his mouth before pushing him away. Snape couldn’t help but notice how good recently kissed looked on Poseidon all swollen lips and red cheeks. “Slow down there big boy, maybe take this somewhere more private”. He trailed a finger down Severus’s face as he spoke and the twinkle in his eye promised things Snape wouldn’t be able to imagine.
Let’s think about this, the somewhat sober part of his brain spoke. You are here on official business, you don’t know this man and you don’t even know if you’re allowed to bring people back to your room.
The voice made plenty of good points of course but it had a challenger of mass intelligence and skill competing for control.
I wanna fuck, Spoke Snape's dick and it had to be magic how persuasive it was capable of being. A short but compelling case indeed.
Snape pondered for a bit more on whether this was a really good idea when he felt something warm and wet slide across his cheek. Jerking back to reality and he looked over to Poseidon who was so close he was almost in Snape's lap at this point. He watched the peppy tongue slide back between his lips and couldn’t help but picture another place that tongue could be.
“You started talking to your dick and staring off into space but if you’re still game I’ll be outside”. And with a final penetrating gaze and lingering touch, Poseidon stood and grazed out of the bar. The cant to his hips gave Severus the perfect view of those swelling globes and he could feel his hand twitching with want. His hand wasn’t the only thing though and as Snape carefully made to follow the captivating man outside he would definitely blame everything on the alcohol.