lilyevans_snape: Five things that Severus Snape wanks to.
1. Red hair. Not with green eyes, mind; not with any eyes in particular, actually, because he can't see them. Just the red hair, soft between his fingers, seen from above the crown of the head as its owner's mouth slides hotly, slickly back and forth around his cock.
2. Sirius Black. Even as a post-Azkaban ruin, Severus can think of fewer quick-fixing recipes for a satisfying self-provided orgasm than the idea of Sirius Black bent over some convenient piece of furniture and yelping or groaning with each of Severus's thrusts. (And now that I've told you, he'll have to kill you. And me.)
3. Regulus and Lily and himself all together at once. There's no green eyes in this one, either, because here they're constantly closed in pleasure. Some part of him wonders if it's actually that he can't bring himself to look into them, if even in his own fantasies they would condemn him for all and everything.
4. Narcissa. He considers this one of his dirtier and more juvenile secrets, not because he really wants her (...much), but because he usually has her moaning about how much better he is than Lucius.
5. He is lying on something of deep crimson hue, providing the redness his lips do not to complete the old story's triad: hair as black as ebony, skin as fair as snow, lips as red as blood. Someone is there in the room with him, someone who can see him and hear him but not touch him. They watch and whimper and cannot help but touch themselves as he leans back and strokes his length, tosses back his dark head and exposes his throat in the throes of his own pleasure. He feels the heat of their desire, but knows that they can do nothing, that he is the one in power, and he glories in the feeling of their impossible lust for him.