Title: Two, Please Pairing: Snape solo, squinting you might see Severus/Remus/Bill Word Count: 775 Rating: NC-17 Warnings: Unbeta'd, Challenge: two is better (did I get it right?! Shocking!!!) Severus had been thinking about this all day. His body was primed and more than ready. He stood in the bath in his dressing gown, his prick stuck out between its folds. Truth be told he had been thinking about this for years, but with two men not two dildos. Beggars could not be choosers, however, and pulled the sash on his dressing gown and let it slide to the floor. He stepped gingerly into the tub with his toys. The tub was a bit cool, so he cast a warming charm and then a cushioning one just in case. He sat down in the tub to get an approximate measurement and then stood up again. One of his dildos had a suction cup attached to the base so it could be adhered to a smooth surface. He had previously attempted the same thing with a plain dildo and a sticking charm without success. With the first dildo suctioned in place, he cast a lubrication and stretching spell on himself. His prick bobbed excitedly. There was a container of lube and a glass of water on the ledge. He was ready. Carefully, he knelt in the tub over his toy and sank down slowly onto it. When his arse pressed against his heels, he was glad that he'd chosen the ridiculously long twelve inch dildo. He moved around and rose up and pressed back down experimentally. After a few attempts, he shivered as he found just the right angle. Next, he dipped his other toy in the glass of water. He moved up and down on the dildo in his arse and slipped the other one between his lips. Slowly, he sucked the phallus between his lips, savouring it, devouring it. He pretended that every movement, every flick of his tongue brought the thick prick closer, ever closer to the edge. His movements over the prick in his arse grew more assured; it wouldn't be coming out any time soon. He continued to suck on the prick between his lips and he rocked alternately between the two he was working. His own prick trickled an almost steady stream of pre-cum onto the bottom of the tub. He curved the fingers around the edge of the tub as he steadied himself as his movements intensified. This was what he wanted. Two pricks, no waiting to be filled, no emptiness to be assuaged. Full. Without want. He rocked fast and hard on the dildo in his arse as he sucked the one in his mouth further and further back towards his throat. If it would only engorge, just the slightest, as if it was about to orgasm. He pushed it deeper. That was it. That was where he would feel it as it was about to erupt. His unattended prick begged for release. He panted as he frenetically continued his motions. Finally, he was nearly gagging on the prick in his mouth when he sat down hard on the one in his arse and reached for his weepy, distended prick. He didn't ever grab any lube and with two quick twists and a loud groan his long-suffering prick erupted in a fountain. His arse pulsed around the prick still attached to the tub, if only the one in his mouth could have exploded as well. He released the dildo from between his lips and took a few deep breaths. With great aplomb he swiped a finger through the preposterously large mess he had made of the tub and sucked it into his mouth. Not the same, of course, but it too fulfilled a need. Slowly, he eased himself off the prick in his arse and unstuck it from the tub floor before he turned on the taps. He washed his toys thoroughly and himself the same at a much more leisurely pace. After drying off, he slipped back into his dressing gown. Before he could leave the bath and owl tapped on the window and he retrieved his message. He rubbed his hair with a towel as he read. It was from Lupin, but oddly it was an invitation to meet him and William Weasley for a drink and some sort of proposition. The word proposition made Severus drop the parchment as if it were a hot potato and turned his cheeks a ludicrous shade pink. His prick apparently was all in favor as it began to fill again. Severus rubbed his fingers over his chin. Lupin, Weasley. He needed some tea or perhaps Firewhisky before he could think about that. Nevertheless, he found himself at his writing desk listing his availability…for drinks….most certainly just for drinks.