***Yummy Hot Team Dragon Pr0n Here***
ROTFL! This has got to be the best interview yet!
Oh, Anders. I've always loved your smoking Snape. I think his tiny Hebridian Black just became a part of my personal canon. I bet the little guy was the reason that Snape survived the Shrieking Shack incident!
Here's a bit of Dragon pr0n for a Sunday morning:
Snape absently stroked Lighter's obsidian scales as he smoked his cigarette. Potter looked delicious, tied down, limbs spread awry, white skin glowing pink and shaded in the flickering light of the candles.
"How much longer are you going to make me wait?"
Snape inhaled on the cigarette. "Until I finish my fag," he replied from behind a veil of smoke, tendrils curling in graceful swirls at each word. Lighter tilted his head, just so; Snape obliged by scratching his eye ridge with a gentle fingernail. It must be nearly time for him to shed.
"I'm getting tired of lying here."
Anticipation was such an unappreciated sexual technique. "Your prick doesn't seem to share your fatigue," Snape observed. The prick in question twitched hard.
Potter blushed. He would.
"Please?"
Snape glared. "Do you honestly think that wheedling will get you what you want?"
Lighter coughed, and a small blue flame shot from his mouth.
Potter jerked; Snape suspected that he'd tried to shrug, but his bonds prevented the movement. "It couldn't hurt."
"And that's where you're wrong." Snape stubbed out his fag and stood, Lighter clinging to his robes with sharp talons. The little dragon hissed. Snape walked over to Potter's helpless form and looked down. "Do you ache, Potter? Does your body cry out for my touch?"
"That's not pain, it's frustration," Potter said impatiently. "Just – just touch me, please?"
"Pain can be sweet," Snape said. "I intend that you develop a palate for it."
"My palate's fine as is," Potter snapped. "Touch me, damn it!"
Snape smiled. "As soon as I finish my fag." He watched Potter's eyes widen as he reached into his pocket, drew out the pack, and shook out a fresh cigarette. Lighter climbed up his robes to perch on his hand. Snape bent his head; Lighter's golden eyes met his as together, they lit a fresh cigarette.
Snape walked back to his chair and sat down to enjoy his cigarette, absently stroking Lighter's obsidian scales. Potter looked delicious, tied down, limbs spread awry, white skin glowing pink and shaded in the flickering light of the candles.