Chapter Three: Business Dinner or Dinner Date

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Severus watched the retreating man, swinging hips, long legs, broad shoulders, lithe body and round, tight arse that screamed to be fucked hard into a bed as someone, Severus, pounded wildly into it. Sipping the expensive wine, he let his mind wonder how it would feel to actually have Potter under his hand. Potter had been wrong, Severus did not want obedience from the young man, but he wanted his usual fierceness. He ran his palm firmly over his thigh, trying to chase away his arousal, and it didn't help that he could see inside the bedroom to where his dinner partner had disappeared to. Potter didn't turn on any lamps; it seemed he could navigate perfectly even in pitch black. His figure was darker than the rest of the room as he stood in front of the window and removed his clothing one by one. Severus swore under his breath and had to grasp into the edge of the table to stop himself from stalking in there and taking his rightful birthday present. A moment later, Potter was coming towards the kitchen, wearing black pants and a wine red button up shirt. The top button was left undone, revealing a silver hem on the inside running around the slim neck. The cuffs were the same light grey colour but Potter rolled those up after he tucked his shirt neatly into the tight pants.

"Going Gryffindor, are we?" He smirked when the young man walked back into the kitchen.

Potter tittered as he said, "I'm going Antonio." Standing at the counter, he lifted the tops from two plates and served one of them to Severus with an elegant, small bow, before he plopped back onto his seat. He was still smiling probably because he knew Severus could not hold back the inquiry.

"Antonio?"

"Yes, that's what my shirt's called," his laughter sounded slightly awkward as if even he realized that sounded extremely stupid.

"I am afraid you will need to elaborate on that if you wish me to continue this..." For a second, it occurred to Severus, he should not, but the wine was thick and he hadn't eaten much in these past days and the word slipped out. "...date."

Emerald eyes snapped at him with a familiarly teasing twinkle in them. "I thought this was my interview, not our date."

Damn you, Potter, Severus thought feeling trapped. "This is a dinner, nothing more, nothing less," Severus tried evasively.

Potter's smirk didn't wane as he forked into his salad. "I met this Italian designer at the auction. He had made the suit I wore that evening. He told me, he named all his creations after his lovers. This was a present he gave me after the event. He said, he was sad that he couldn't have a Harry, so I should at least accept Antonio, as a reminder of what I missed."

Severus pierced the fork too vehemently through a piece of plum tomato and it clinked loudly against the china. The sound rang in his ears along with Potter's words. "Surely you managed to leave such an impression on him that he has enough to fashion a 'Harry'."

"Oh no," Potter said, his tone amused. "He did tell me what he'd usually done with those who then received the honour to give their names to these clothes. Believe me, I couldn't leave an impression like that just by talking to the guy."

"Now I am intrigued," Severus raised an eyebrow. "What does someone have to do to be a muse to such pleasing creation?"

Potter cleared his throat and placed his fork on the side of his plate. He rolled the glass on the table, clearly uncomfortable, which entertained Severus even more. He then took a small sip and smirked at Severus over the rim.

"Are you sure you want to hear the tour to an artist's bedroom, Snape? I didn't know what to expect but now that I know, I wish I didn't."

Severus's gaze darted from one green orb to the other. The candlelight flickered in them or perhaps it was something else. He put down his fork and signed to Potter with his hand to go on. The young man shrugged, his expression telling Severus, 'You asked for it'.

His lush lips said something else. "He wasn't fucking him, he told me. He made love and art. He tied Antonio down so tightly he couldn't move a muscle and the restraint left marks on his wrists and ankles, around his neck and thighs. He didn't touch him at first. Just watched him as he lied before him, blindfolded and gagged, his body naked and needy and hard. Shall I go on?" Potter leaned forward.

Severus mirrored the motion, taking a calming breath. "You have my attention." Since when was his voice so husky and low?

"Antonio was special; he wasn't yet broken in when he got him. He fought against him, the same way as I would, he said to me that evening. You see this silver," Potter asked in a velvety voice, pulling the shirt slightly away from his neck, showing more of the light grey rim and his bare skin. He was talking slowly, leisurely. "This was the colour of the silk he used to tie him out at the first time. Lean closer, Snape," he instructed Severus who obeyed. Potter's clear scent filled up his mind while his own pulsing blood cursing through his veins filled up his cock. "You see those tiny black dots? Those were pins that cut into Antonio's skin. They drew blood when he tensed against the restraints. You see how the fabric slightly reflects the light? That was the sweat on Antonio's body as he became more aroused when Ettore stroked his back with the whip. The fabric is made out of the smoothest, rarest silk, would you like to feel it? Let me tell you it is an amazing sensation to feel it touching me." Potter stretched his arm closer to Severus who reached out too and slid the tip of his fingers over Potter's upper arm.

"Yes, it must be," he agreed, hypnotically staring at the maddeningly green eyes that relentlessly held his gaze through the entire monologue.

"Antonio's skin was smooth like this, too; the softest thing Ettore had ever touched," Potter smirked as he tilted his head lightly. "Until he touched mine, he said."

Severus' fingers subconsciously tightened on the firm arm so he withdrew quickly. He leant back, trying to get out of Potter's mesmerizing aura. But of course, that was impossible as the young man went on.

"The whip came down on Antonio's back twelve times," Potter's fingers ran down on the front of his body, indicating the eight buttons. Other four must have been the ones on the cuffs. "And by the end he was screaming in pleasure. There are two hidden buttons on the underside of the collar, too" he showed Severus the mentioned accessories. "He told me he used the lash twice on Antonio's front, too. But that was their secret, the pain Antonio loved the most, that's why it's hidden. The collar and the cuffs are enforced to make it hard, like Antonio was back then."

Severus had to drink a heavy gulp of wine because his mouth was dry as the desert, however it did not help. He suspected he needed Potter's cock in his mouth to wet it again. He knew if he looked away from Potter first he would lose this game, whatever game this was, so he stared into the emerald pools, barely blinking. It was excruciating to watch Potter this keenly, while under the table his cock was becoming harder with every piece of new information about Antonio. It wasn't the details that turned him on so much, unlike Draco and his former Defence professor, he wasn't into anything like this. It was Potter. Those words, formed by Potter's full lips, his eyes looking at him intensely, his scent invading his mind, his tone filling his ears.

"The whip tore into Antonio's skin, drawing his blood. That gave the colour of the shirt. And you see how tightly it fits around me?" Potter straightened himself and slid his palms over both his sides. It did stretch on him enticingly like a second skin, the buttons almost about to snap. Severus nodded wordless and the young man continued his unhurried description. "That's how tight Antonio was around Ettore. And finally, the colour of the buttons."

Potter bent forward again to give Severus an opportunity to take a closer look at said buttons. They were a rather deep pink, with tiny streaks of white in them, like the lines in marble stone.

"Let me guess," Severus drawled aiming for a careless tone, though it still came out huskier and deeper than usual. "Antonio's spunk covered cock?"

Potter's laugh was sensually deep and his eyes closed for a moment, then the emerald gaze was back on Severus. "That was my guess, too, and we almost got it. But no. Ettore told me he pulled out just before he came. This colour here," Potter flicked one of the buttons with his fingernail, "it's his semen mixed with Antonio's blood."

The young man leant back, sipping his ink dark Malbec, apparently finished with the tale.

"Remarkable story, Potter. Surely you do not expect me to believe it?" Severus asked sneering. No matter what his mind believed, his cock was already convinced.

"Oh you don't believe me?" Potter asked in a challenging tone, but smiling relaxed now. The teasing, dark tone was gone from his voice, it was all of a sudden light and friendly. "Feel free to check the next WQ, it's coming out next month, I think. The Auction will be their cover story and I'm sure this made it into the report." He grabbed his fork again and started eating his salad, which still lay forgotten in front of them. "You see, I didn't have the pleasure to hear this from Ettore intimate like this. No, I heard this story in a Ball Room full of reporters and guests, people I didn't know, have never meet and probably will never see again. I met even Ettore just that day and suddenly I'm listening to this story about his bedroom habits. Up until that point, I didn't even know a whip was considered a toy in some circles. How can someone even enjoy that?"

"You should ask Draco," Severus advised.

"What?" Potter snorted and Severus started eating again too.

"Oops," he said between small bites of bread and tomato, not feeling apologetic in the slightest. "I probably should not have told you that. But then again, he probably should not have organized this behind my back. And you heard me correctly. If you are interested in this sort of activities, you may ask Draco or Roger, your latest predecessor in the Defence job. They both seemed to have an in-depth knowledge of the topic."

"Yeah, no, thanks. I think I already know more than I should," groaned the young man, pushing his plate away, waiting for Severus to finish as well. When he did, Potter took the plates, vanished the leftovers and slipped them into the sink. He served the main course then poured out the last of the Malbec.

Severus watched him as he sat back then remarked quietly, "And just to think you specifically changed into that shirt to have dinner with me... What message does that convey, do you think?" smiled the headmaster smugly.

Potter cut into his steak, the knife running through the juicy meat easily. "Hah! Don't get the wrong picture here, Snape. I wouldn't dress up for a prick like Malfoy, but you're an entirely different matter. And I'm wearing this shirt because all the others are in the laundry. What you see now, this isn't me. Usually there's a mess here, artefacts lying all around and I don't cook."

"Speaking of which, what exactly am I having?" Severus asked poking a strawberry with his fork. "And who is the chef I should thank it for?"

"You just had a Tuscan bread salad and now you're eating a filet mignon with balsamic strawberry and mashed potatoes. And of course it's Hermione's merit. And before you say anything, I promised a home cooked dinner but I never said who would cook it at home."

"Give my appreciation to Miss Granger. This is remarkably good."

"Just wait 'til you have the dessert," smirked Potter.

They finished the main course whilst having a polite chat about life at Hogwarts and as a curse breaker. Severus let the young man in on what life was like while having a curse on one of the school positions and Potter had told him, that as he worked alone it would not be a problem for him to change jobs, though he might disappear for some of the weekends as he was still expected to be an active member of the charity events planned for the first half of the year. They went through all the people they both knew, updating each other's information on them, and Severus told Potter even about the previous Defence professor. The young man asked a few questions about the job and the curriculum and they agreed to meet the next day to talk it though and sign the papers. Soon the steak was gone and so was the last of the Malbec.

"Can you handle a bit more alcohol?" Potter asked standing up. He handed the glasses and the scotch to Snape to open it, while he prepared the dessert. "Do you need ice or water?"

"Potter this is wizard-made scotch," Severus groaned holding the precious bottle in his hands, caressing it softly. "It has been mellowed for twenty-one years in a barrel made out of the wood of a whomping willow. This drink is like rough sex, you do not dilute this with gentleness to take off the edge. You drink it to enjoy the edge."

"Understood, sir," Potter grinned over his shoulder as Severus poured some into the big bellied glasses. Crossing his leg on his knee, he turned towards Potter who was busy with their dessert. Severus hoped he managed to keep his arm in a way that prevented Potter from seeing his hard on when he turned around to take one of the glasses.

"To rough sex," Potter grinned, clinking his glass to Severus'.

"To rough sex," Severus repeated, watching the taut arse in front of him as Potter returned to the sweets. "Did Miss Granger have to depart hastily?" Severus wondered loudly.

"No," came the answer in a light tone. "The desert is all me."

The smoky, burning scotch went down the wrong pipe but still kicked Severus in the guts like the heavy branch of a whomping willow. He coughed a couple of times, not risking a glance at Potter who surely was grinning smugly over him.

"I meant to say," arrived the apologetic voice when Severus' throat finally didn't feel like someone just jammed a flaming torch down there, "I made it all. It's my specialty. Malfoy said he... well... you like something chocolatey, so I made my favourite." As he talked, he turned around and came closer to their table, carrying a plate. After he put it down in the middle, he sat down again.

Severus watched the six small tower like sweets, trying to figure out why they were so special. Each tower consisted of three dollops dipped in three differently coloured glaze. A pale lilac on the bottom, then sallow green in the middle and finally red. They looked like doughnuts in three different shapes put on top of each other and crowned with a single piece of cocoa bean. Severus hoped that was not all the chocolate Potter talked about.

"What is this?" he asked primly.

"Courtesan au Chocolat*," Potter answered beaming proudly at his creations.

Once again, the young man managed to prove that anything related to him was never what Severus had expected.

"My French may be slightly rusty, Potter," Severus reacted calmly. "Are you actually serving me chocolate whores?"

"Courtesans, Snape," Potter said with respect towards the cakes. "There's a difference."

"Oh what a delight," Severus chuckled darkly. "I must confess no one has ever given me a courtesan for my birthday."

Severus watched Potter take one of the towers, not being sure how one ate a courtesan. The young man flicked off the chocolate bean then lifted the top dollop and turning it upside down, squished it slightly between his thumb and pointing finger. He licked off the leaking chocolate filling, before he said, "Except Malfoy."

Dark gaze shifted from wet, chocolate covered lip to green eyes. Severus needed all his strength to remain seated and calm. "I hope you are not referring to yourself now."

"Some of them were respected women who provided their company, valuable insights, and help to their king, for which they received political or financial support," Potter replied lightly.

"And they slept with their king," Severus purred in a low voice.

"Sometimes they did," Potter agreed, then added. "Why don't you try them?"

"Courtesans or the cake?"

If the young man had said the first, he probably would have fucked Potter on the kitchen counter, smearing the chocolate filling over his body before licking it off.

But Potter just motioned at the cakes with his fingers without a word. Severus took off the chocolate bean and raised the top ball to his lips. Followed by Potter's avid gaze, he gave an experimental lick to the glaze, then slowly sunk his teeth into the dollop. Potter cleared his throat and leaned back.

Severus wanted to moan. If the scotch was rough sex, the Courtesan au Chocolat was lovemaking. It was sweet and soft, the filling, like custard, melted on his tongue and ensnared his senses.

"Compliments to the chef, Mister Potter. This is quite enticing."

"Now you know why they are my favourite," smiled Potter, taking another delicious ball.

Severus looked at the sweet, something suddenly catching his eyes. There was a remarkably familiar decoration on the glaze, which he would not have noticed if the top dollop remains in place and they used cutlery to eat. But they used fingers, which could be licked to further agonize the other and as Severus licked his own, he spotted the motive.

"Mister Potter, did you draw cocks on these?"

"Shit, of course you had to notice," Potter laughed, shaking his head. "Sorry. Really sorry. They were after all meant for Malfoy," he reasoned with a twitch of his shoulders.

"That is remarkably childish, Potter." Severus could not help it anymore, he laughed slightly too.

The rest of the evening was spent with another series of polite and meaningless conversations. Potter's clock signed midnight and Severus grudgingly stood up from the table to say goodbye to this extraordinary evening. Potter prepared him a box of the leftover Courtesans and made him promise that he would give some to Malfoy, then he escorted Severus to the fireplace.

"Snape, when was your birthday?" Potter asked as they stood in the middle of the living room.

"Today. Well, given it is already past midnight, it would be more accurate to say it was yesterday."

"Sorry I'm late then," he smiled before he added, "Happy Birthday," and the green eyes closed and Potter kissed his cheek. Not just pressed his lips against his skin, actually kissed him, Severus could feel the soft lips move against him. He almost grabbed the idiot to push his tongue inside that cheeky mouth and show Potter how one properly ate chocolate courtesans but then the young man withdrew.

"I forgot something," Potter smiled suddenly and rushed back to the front door to take something out of this coat. In the meanwhile, Severus threw a fistful of Floo Powder into the fire, desperate to be as far away from here as possible. Potter returned when the green flames burst up and held out a single rose.

"I wanted to go with a thistle," he said with a grin. "But Hermione insisted."

"Thistle would have been more useful," Severus took the flower, letting three of his fingers run gently over Potter's hand and knuckles. "It is one of the main ingredients of a hangover potion, which I will most certainly be needing tomorrow." He explained and held out his right hand as he said in a low voice, "It was a pleasure doing business with you, Potter,"

"The pleasure was all mine," Potter smiled back. He didn't let go of his hand while he asked, "So tell me, Snape, was this a business dinner or a dinner date?"

Moving one step closer to Potter, Severus let his voice drop and octave and turn seductive. "If this had been a dinner date, I would not be walking out of your flat but into your bedroom now, wouldn't I?"

Potter leaned even closer to him and his arousing, fresh scent invaded Severus' sensitive nose. "I can't wait to work with you," groaned Potter in a very low whisper.

"And I cannot wait to get rid of you," answered Snape, twirling around and disappearing in a burst of flame.

*Courtesan au Chocolat is a cake featured in Wes Anderson' film Grand Budapest Hotel. It looks really delicious :3