Entry tags:

harry potter, harry/draco, snape/draco, snape/harry, snape/harry/draco, threesome

hds-beltane fic: For the Record
The big reveal for hds_beltane was a few days ago. Here's my fic ^_^ Also, look forward to the prequel to Companions in the Dark tonight or tomorrow (just beta-ing now).

Title: For the Record
Author/Artist: yura_slash
Pairing/Threesome: Severus/Draco, Harry/Draco, and Severus/Harry/Draco (to an extent, Severus/Harry, as well)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Explicit sex. Threesome.
Word count: 4,800
Summary: Draco tries to talk his boss into publishing Severus’ tell-all autobiography, but is unsuccessful. Instead, he finds himself working on Harry’s autobiography, and learning more about the boy-turned-man than he ever could have imagined.
A/N: Written for khateh as a part of the hds_beltane fic exchange. Request written for included H/D H/D/S or H/S. Friends become more, being forced to work together then falling for each other.


For the Record

“What the hell are you thinking making this proposal, Draco?” Clarence shouted, the vein in his forehead bulging and pulsing with alarming force. “You know damn well that we’ll never make a profit, much less break even, on that – that Death Eater’s manuscript!”

Clarence had always been an ugly man, and spiteful, too—Draco had seen a picture of him as a boy, his face red and his orange hair a veritable mop on top of his lumpy head, elbowing a younger, cuter sibling out of the frame. Draco ran his hand through his long hair and sighed. “You don’t understand, sir. It’s not always about making a profit –”

“Bloody hell, Draco, this is a business! I would think that you, of all people, would understand the importance of turning a profit. And our reputation! The public’s opinion of our publishing house is not something that I will allow you to drag through the mud with this trash!” He threw Draco’s carefully worded proposal and Severus’ sample chapters across the desk with such force that they hit Draco in the chest.

“Sir –”

“You’ve never tried pulling something like this before, or allowed your past to affect your job in such a transparent manner. Frankly, I’m disappointed, and I don’t want to hear another word about this again. If you want to keep your job, that is.”

Draco swallowed hard. “Yes, sir. I apologize for –”

“Just don’t do it again!” he bellowed. “Wasting time on this tripe is not something I, or my superiors, appreciate.”

Draco nodded and grabbed his papers before fleeing the conference room, disappointed and not looking forward to explaining to Severus what had happened with his manuscript.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“So, Mister Chambers rejected my proposal?”

“He rejected our proposal, Severus. I told you that I’m in this with you all the way.”

Severus sighed and turned his desk chair around so that his back was towards Draco and the open door once again. “I should have known that he’d reject it. Who wants to hear from a Death Eater about the war?”

Draco was surprised by Severus’ lack of ire, and he moved further into his study. “Personally, I think that there are plenty of people out there who would want the whole truth, and would pay a few galleons to get it!”

Severus snorted and went back to what he’d been doing before Draco arrived—preliminary equations for a new potion.

Draco would not be deterred, however. “Just look at the sales that Skeeter’s Dumbledore book had in its first quarter! Clarence is making a mistake if he thinks that your autobiography won’t make money.”

“Yes, but you don’t happen to be an acquisitions editor for any other publishing house, do you?” Severus asked, eyes still on the bits of parchment strewn across his desk. “There’s no way I’ll get in the door anywhere else, so there’s no point in prolonging this experience.” Severus waved a hand at Draco. “Just go. Find yourself a real manuscript to earn your pay, or Clarence will give you the boot like he’s always threatening to do.”

Draco frowned. “Look, Severus. I know how much you want people to understand what you did, and why. And I really do think that this is the way to do it. If we can get this book published, we could get a lot of information on the public record that the courts wouldn’t release.”

“I am aware of that fact. Hence the autobiography. Hence my extreme displeasure at your failed efforts. Hence you leaving my study and leaving. me. alone!”

Draco narrowed his eyes at Severus’ hunched back. His nose was so close to the parchments on his desk that Draco wouldn’t be surprised if Severus needed glasses sometime soon—if he didn’t already. “Fine. Sulk by yourself.”

Draco turned and left in a huff, his long, shining hair fluttering after him. He wouldn’t point out that the study was actually his, or Severus would likely move out by the next day, stubborn git that he was. And Draco liked having Severus around…

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Ooooh – oh! Oh, Severus… Merlin!”

“Do you like that?” Severus growled. His cock was fully seated inside Draco’s arse, and Draco moaned appreciatively as Severus gripped Draco’s calves and began to pull out.

Only to thrust back in, hard. “Fuck! So big –” Draco groaned.

This was why Draco liked having Severus around. He’d always had respect for the older man, but there was something about his huge cock and the way he fucked, desperate and impassioned, that made Draco’s toes curl.

“Look at you – fuck! You’re gagging for it, aren’t you? Always. asking. for. more!” Severus ranted, his breathing laboured and sweat dripping down his face as he thrust inside Draco’s willing body. “Do you like my cock? Do you? Say it!”

“Yes!”

“Yes, what?” Severus asked, voice sharp. His hips had begun to snap back and forth so fast that Draco almost couldn’t follow.

“Oh Merlin – oh! Oh yes, Severus, love it – love your cock. Don’t stop –!”

“You’re my little bitch, aren’t you? Whenever I want it, you spread your legs for me… You. Are. Mine!”

It was true. Whenever Severus gave him that look… Draco’s legs would part without a thought. “Yours yours yours oh Merlin, oh Severus, you’re –”

One of Severus’ hands moved down to Draco’s cock and Draco screamed in ecstasy as he began fisting him roughly. “Come for me, Draco. Come now!”

A low moan escaped him as he came in Severus’ grasp, and he reached up, shuddering, and clawed at the other man’s back in desperation. Severus went still inside him as his hand milked Draco’s cock for all it was worth, a feral grin on his face as Draco keened, and then he began moving inside him again, so fast and hard that Draco had to reach up with his shaking arms and brace himself against the headboard. Unable to move otherwise against the onslaught, he just lay still and let Severus take him until his insides felt raw, and then Severus was screaming as he came inside him—stinging his sensitive inner walls with his essence.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“That was soooo good,” Draco sighed.

“Mm, yes,” Severus agreed, before pulling out of Draco’s arse and rolling off of him.

Draco reached for him, but Severus was already sitting up, swinging his legs off the side of the bed. “Going so soon?”

“I want to work on that formula some more. Take my mind off things,” Severus answered gruffly, reaching for his pants and robe tangled by Draco’s feet.

“I thought that’s what we were doing,” Draco answered petulantly, pissed that Severus was leaving so soon after their coupling. “And it’s late.”

“You know I don’t cuddle, Draco,” Severus scolded. “Don’t pout, so.” He bent over to pull on his pants, and, even though doing so revealed his arse and his swinging balls, Draco was still made to feel like a recalcitrant child. “I have my own rooms, and I refuse to let you think of us as some – as a couple. We both now that this is just for convenience’s sake,” he said, walking away from Draco and to the vanity, where he checked his reflection as he pulled on his robes.

Draco tensed and his eyes grew hard. “Like I could ever think of you as a boyfriend. Ha!”

Severus flinched at the sharp bark of laughter, but otherwise ignored him, intent on fastening the long line of buttons that progressed down the front of his robes.

Draco continued to prevaricate. “Yes, there’s no need to worry on that count, Severus,” he said, voice high. “I had just hoped that you might be good for another round.”

“I see. Perhaps you should find yourself another lover?” he asked, buttons done up and back to Draco still.

“Perhaps. So, I’ll see you in the morning?”

“Perhaps,” Severus answered, turning around to give Draco’s nude form a once over. The corner of his lip turned up in a slight smirk that had Draco’s temper flaring.

“Just get out, will you? I need my beauty sleep!”

Severus went, chuckling to himself.

Maybe Draco should find himself another lover, just so he wouldn’t have to suffer Severus’ damn superiority complex. The man was infuriating!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It had been a few months since the debacle with Severus’ manuscript, and Draco was finally back in his Clarence’s good graces. He’d signed some coveted authors for their new manuscripts, and even convinced a famous French author to sign over the rights for a translation of his latest historical novel on the Hundred Years’ War. It helped that Draco’s father had, since the time that Draco was a small boy, trained him to establish relationships with the rich and influential. He had also been taught several languages, and was a skilled manipulator.

Even Lucius’ war time actions could not put a damper on Draco’s success as a businessman. Of course, as a Malfoy, Draco shouldn’t have had to work for a living, but Lucius’ war time actions had put a damper on Draco’s finances. The Ministry had been most unscrupulous in its seizure of assets it considered ill gained—as if the Malfoys hadn’t had family money for generations!

So Draco worked for a living. And, although Clarence may not like him personally, he did his job well.

Which is how he found himself in this situation…

“No, Clarence. I absolutely refuse.”

Clarence glared across his ridiculously large desk at him. “You don’t want to be in on the biggest book deal of the century? The autobiography that everyone’s been waiting for? I find that hard to believe.”

“I refuse,” Draco reiterated adamantly. “I will not –”

“If this is a ploy to get a higher commission out of me, it isn’t working,” Clarence interrupted, “You will take this job, and that’s final.”

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake! Isn’t there anyone else who can take this one? I mean –”

“You mean, other than my Historical, Biographical, and Autobiographical Editor Draco Malfoy? No.”

Draco harrumphed. “I find it hard to believe that you don’t know my history with this particular man. He will not appreciate me approaching him for any reason, much less to make a book deal.”

“Maybe so – he has been particularly hard to pin down. Which brings me to my next point: you can wine and dine the best of them. The most stubborn men give way before you –”

“If this is your idea of flattery, it isn’t working.”

“Draco, you will take this man to dinner. You will show him a good time. You will get me a book deal with him!”

Draco stared at his boss’ thick neck for a moment, imagining his hands around it, throttling him… “Yes, sir. I’ll just give Heidi a visit and check out the company credit card, shall I?”

“Stop talking and get moving. I expect a preliminary draft of the contract on my desk two weeks from now.”

Draco let himself out of Clarence’s office, already dreading the calls he would have to make and the favours he would have to waste to get Harry Potter to meet him for dinner.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Draco, his long hair pulled back in a leather thong and his robes meticulous, was sitting on a plush, leather booth in one of the best restaurants in Diagon Alley. He checked his watch, and was just about to flag the waiter for a drink when…

“No.”

Draco turned. “Why hello, Mister Potter. It’s a pleasure to see you this evening,” he said, at his most polite and formal. It was true, too. Draco couldn’t help but notice that Harry looked much more put together than he had during his school years, his robes functional and neatly pressed and his messy hair slightly more tamed.

His finely sculpted face, however, was currently fixed in a frown. “I don’t know what shit you’re trying to pull, Malfoy, but the answer is no.”

Draco clenched his teeth, determined to stay polite for the sake of his job. “Please sit down, Mister Potter. There’s no need to cause a scene. Just have a drink with me, and then decide if you’d like to order a meal.”

Harry narrowed his eyes, but took a seat in the booth across from him. Draco let out a tiny sigh of relief. Now that he had Harry sitting down and ready to listen, Draco knew that he had a good chance of getting what he wanted. He was a professional, after all.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It only took twelve days. Five very expensive dinners and two long business lunches after their initial meeting, and Harry was signing on the dotted line. Of course, all proceeds not going to the publisher were to go to FUHS, the Fund for Underprivileged Hogwarts Students. Draco had managed not to roll his eyes when Harry had added that stipulation, thank Merlin. Harry was so predictable, Draco was sure that he would have called the whole thing off if Draco had mocked him in any way.

To Draco’s surprise, however, Harry had been surprisingly well-informed about the process of drawing up a contract. Draco suspected that Hermione had something to do with it. He’d seen some of the notes Harry carried with him during their negotiations, and he thought he recognized Hermione’s tight, neat handwriting, which was so different from Harry’s sloppy sprawl.

Unfortunately, Harry was extremely adamant on the topic of a ghostwriter. That is, he refused to use one. No matter how much Draco insisted that a more skilled writer should interview him and write his story, Harry refused to allow it. Perhaps Draco had himself to blame, what with those incidents in Fifth Year involving the press…

In the end, Harry had agreed to write his autobiography with the assistance of Hermione Granger, who had signed the necessary paperwork, as well. She would not require any compensation, at least, and would surely keep Harry from leaving out any important details. Once they were finished writing, Draco was tasked with editing what was sure to be mammoth—Hermione was nothing if not long-winded—and then communicating the necessary edits to the author, Harry.

It was all going just fine, too, until Harry came over for their first editing session.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Yeah, I guess I don’t need that part. Hermione just put it in and I didn’t really want to go into the whole thing. I mean, people don’t need to know how we figured that out, right?”

“Exactly,” Draco said. “Unnecessary facts are fine, until you’re drowning in them!”

“Well…” Harry scratched the back of his head sheepishly. “You’ve met Hermione, right?”

When Severus entered the drawing room, it was to the sight of Harry and Draco leaning towards each other slightly, chuckling.

“Having fun?” Severus growled, sweeping across the room and putting a hand on Draco’s shoulder. Draco looked annoyed at the interruption, and Harry looked up at Severus’ scowling visage, puzzled.

“I didn’t know you were here, Snape.”

“Of course I’m here,” Severus snapped. “I live here.” He squeezed Draco’s shoulder possessively and then, on impulse, dropped a kiss on the top of his blond head. “With Draco.”

Harry’s mouth dropped open in shock and Draco rolled his eyes. “Oh, Severus, stop it. Harry and I are working, and it’s hard enough to edit a manuscript without you here, looming.”

“I see,” Severus answered stiffly. “Well, there’s no need to worry. I was just going to notify you that I’ll be going out this evening.”

Draco turned to Harry, eyebrow raised. “Going on a date, Severus?” Harry’s mouth closed with an audible clack.

Severus snorted. “Of course not. There is a spot I’d like to investigate for natural potions ingredients, and they’re best discovered in the hours immediately following sunset and preceding dawn.”

Draco took Severus’ hand off his shoulder, squeezed it lightly in his, and then let it go. “We’ll be eating in, I believe,” he said. “And we’ll have a bottle of wine to unwind after we finish our edits on the first three chapters of the book. Perhaps you’ll be back in time to have a glass?”

Severus clenched his fists at his sides. “Perhaps. I may stay at an inn nearby the site and continue searching before dawn, if I am unhappy with my finds this evening.”

“Of course,” Draco answered cordially.

There was a moment of silence and Harry looked between them both, uneasy. “Umm…”

Severus gave Harry a piercing look. “I wish you both a good evening,” he said, voice low and menacing, before leaving the room in a swirl of black robes.

The door closed behind him and Harry turned to Draco, who seemed closer than he’d been a few moments before. “Are you and Severus… ?”

Draco flipped his hair, which was loose this evening, over his shoulder and gave Harry a sideways glance. “We meet each other’s needs. Nothing more.”

Harry’s green eyes were wide. “Really? You just have – I mean, you don’t mean anything to each other?”

Draco looked away, conveying more emotion than he wished by blinking rapidly for a moment. “We’re friends. I thought that there could be more, but Severus made it clear that it was impossible.”

Harry turned away as well, embarrassed, and ran a hand through his hair. “Well, I don’t know much about that.”

Draco waved a hand and started gathering his notes from the long table. “Let’s take a break, okay? We can have dinner, open a bottle of wine…”

Harry nodded and began to pick up manuscript pages clumsily.

“Just let me get those,” Draco said, smiling.

Harry smiled back.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Severus hadn’t been around much lately. Every time Harry was scheduled to come over and work on his book, Severus had some excuse ready and was out the door.

But, two weeks into the editing process, Draco found himself becoming more and more interested in Harry. He’d never heard that Harry was gay, but Harry seemed to be returning some of his appreciative glances and Draco, who hadn’t been fucked in what felt like ages, was eager to see if it could go anywhere. They actually got along well, and if Severus didn’t want anything from him but sex… well…

“Done!” Draco shouted, slapping down the stack of pages that made up the second to last section of Harry’s book.

Harry grinned. “Should I open the wine?”

“The shit you brought with you? I should think not!” Draco scoffed. Harry elbowed him and Draco doubled over in mock pain. “Ow, you brute! How you wound me!”

Harry laughed. “I’ll just leave you to your melodrama. I’m getting the wine!” He left the room, still chuckling.

Draco straightened, a grin on his face, and set to organizing the corrected pages and putting them away in his briefcase. Maybe tonight would be the night…

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Draco knew he looked beautiful like this: naked on his silky, dark blue sheets with his hair fanned out on the pillow around his face, all of his pale skin pink with arousal.

And he was right. Harry couldn’t resist him. He fell on him like an animal, growling low in his throat, and Draco grabbed him. Wrapped his legs around him. Kissed him.

The wine that they’d shared was flavouring their kisses. Harry’s cock pressed against Draco’s abdomen. Rubbed…

“Oh Merlin, Harry!” he groaned, raising his hips and rubbing his cock against Harry’s hard body. “Please tell me you’ve done this before. I just want you to fuck me so bad…”

“Ooooh,” Harry moaned, shifting so that their cocks would rub together when he moved. “No, but I know what to do. I’ve read –”

“Don’t talk! Just… fuck!”

“Yes. Oh Merlin, yes! Draco!”

“Don’t you dare come on me, you bastard! Get… inside me!” Draco demanded, breathless with desire. “Lube… is on… the night table.”

Harry groaned, but moved off of Draco long enough to grab the pot of lube nearby. “Gonna fuck you so hard…” he growled. Draco whined wordlessly, high in his throat, and Harry’s cock jerked forward. “Fuck, you’re so hot!” he cried, opening the lube and swiping some up sloppily.

“Wanted this for so loooong,” Draco moaned, spreading his legs farther and tilting up his hips in anticipation of Harry’s touch.

Harry, leaning over Draco on one arm, tilted his head back and watched his fingers enter Draco’s arse. “Me too,” he whispered. His two fingers were inside Draco up to the knuckle in moments, making Draco gasp in shock. Harry smiled and then pressed Draco down, taking his lips in a kiss as his fingers began moving.

“Mmmm mmm!” Draco cried out around Harry’s tongue in his mouth. Harry’s fingers were rubbing back and forth across his prostrate, making his cock weep with arousal, and Harry was rubbing his hip against it, delighting in the feel of Draco’s come on his skin.

“Oh Merlin, Harry. Oooooh, I’m gonna come if you keep doing that,” Draco said, breaking away from Harry’s lips for a moment.

“Can I…” Harry moved his hips, and his cock slipped between Draco’s thighs and bumped his hand.

“Yessss,” Draco hissed, and Harry kissed him again as he withdrew his fingers and pressed the tip of his cock to Draco’s wet, loosened opening.

“Oh, Draco,” he moaned, pushing inside him in one slick thrust. “Ooooh, you feel amazing!”

Draco whined. “Oh, just move already, Harry!”

Harry, his mind awhirl, obeyed. Draco’s long legs wrapped around him as his hips snapped up and down, faster and faster. In moments, Draco was mindlessly moving with him. Harry was so forceful. So driven. So…

“Oh Harry, oh Harry, oh… oh, I’m coming!” Draco clenched around Harry’s cock as he came, shooting his essence all over Harry and himself, as high as his chin. “FUCK!”

Harry shuddered and came inside Draco’s arse, too overcome to keep his orgasm at bay. “Draco…” he sighed, collapsing on top of the blond’s semen-spattered body.

Draco moved his arms from around Harry’s neck to around his chest and held him close.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Draco awoke to the sound of a strangled sob.

He looked down at Harry, asleep on top of him, and then up in confusion.

“How could you?” a deep voice whispered, and Draco peered into the darkness of his room.

“Severus?”

“Yes, it’s me. Not that you care,” he answered, voice low.

Draco, not wanting to wake Harry, kept his voice low as well. “What are you talking about? It’s not like you care about me!”

“Of course I do! And now you’re… you’re with the one man I…”

Draco’s eyes were finally starting to adjust, and Severus moved closer so that Draco could see his face. “Harry? What about Harry?”

Severus was at the side of the bed now, and he dropped a hand down on Harry’s head and let his fingers card through his ruffled hair gently. “Ever since the Shrieking Shack, I knew… and when I woke up in the Hospital Wing, he was there at my bedside. For the last two years, I’ve wanted to… and now you’ve…” another strange sob escaped him.

It was all Draco could do not to scream. “You’ve wanted Harry? What about me? Was I just a distraction for you?” He held Harry just a bit tighter, glad for his warmth and the weight of his body on top of him.

Severus’ hand moved to Draco’s head. “I care for you, too. And now I’ve lost you both…” His hand withdrew and then he was fleeing Draco’s room. Draco watched him go, too tired to move, and, unwilling to disturb Harry, Draco lay awake until dawn, when he fell into an exhausted sleep.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Severus’ things were gone. Draco stood in the doorway to Severus’ room, in shock.

“What’s wrong, Draco?” Harry asked, coming up behind him and wrapping his arms around his waist.

“Severus. He’s…”

Harry nuzzled Draco under his ear. “What?”

“He’s gone,” Draco whispered.

Harry tensed behind him. “Really? Why?”

Draco turned in Harry’s arms and held onto him. “Has this happened too fast?”

Harry returned Draco’s embrace with equal desperation. “No. No, this is finally happening.”

Draco sighed in relief. “I feel the same way. But Severus… I care about him, too. And last night, he saw us together, and he said that he cared for us both. That after the war, he saw you differently, and that I wasn’t enough for him. That he wanted –”

“Will I be enough for you?” Harry interrupted, lips inches from Draco’s mouth.

“Yes, but Severus… he matters to me. A lot.”

Harry kissed him breathless before pulling away. “Then let’s do something to get him back.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“What is the meaning of this?” Severus raged, bursting into Draco’s bedroom. He waved a large hardcover book in his hand, Severus Snape: The Spy. His likeness glared from the cover.

Harry and Draco turned from each others’ embrace, and Severus was confronted with the sight of their naked bodies entwined on top of the counterpane. “I see you’ve received your advance copy of the book,” Draco purred, a smirk on his face.

Severus glared fiercely at them both. “Yes, and of Harry Potter: The Hero, much to my disgust. How could you do this?”

Draco reached down and took hold of Harry’s cock. Severus’ eyes dropped and watched avidly as Draco began stroking the turgid length.

“You already signed all the papers, Severus. It was quite easy once Harry expressed his desire for the two titles to be released together.”

“I thought that this… was what… you wanted…” Harry gasped, pleasure curling his toes and making him light-headed.

“I…” Severus was speechless, just how Draco liked him. Draco turned to whisper in Harry’s ear. “Touch me, and then invite him over,” he ordered. Harry obeyed quickly, grabbing Draco’s cock and making him hum in satisfaction.

“Severus, I’ve wanted you, too,” Harry said. “Would you… join us?”

Severus cleared his throat and shuffled his feet. He didn’t seem to know what to do with his hands. “You’re joking.”

Draco squeezed Harry’s cock and Harry moaned. “Yes – yes. Ever since…” Draco starting stroking him faster and Harry’s eyes rolled into the back of his head.

Severus placed his book on a side table near the door and moved further into the room. “Since when?” he asked, eyes still riveted on Draco’s hand moving up and down Harry’s cock.

“Ever since I saw your memories. The Shrieking Shack. Hospital Wing,” Harry panted, Draco’s cock practically forgotten in his hand. “Oh… oh, Draco. Gonna come!”

Draco took his hand off Harry’s cock and knocked Harry’s hand away from his lap.

“Noooooo… oh Merlin, you’re cruel!” Harry cried out, face flushed. His cock was practically purple, pulsing with the need to erupt.

Draco climbed on top of him and then turned around so that his arse was in Harry’s face. “Prepare me,” he ordered, before turning to Severus. “What are you waiting for, old man? Take off your clothes and get on this bed!”

Severus jerked. “I –”

Draco began moaning, long and low, as Harry’s tongue breached his arse. “Fuck, Harry. You rim like a god!”

Severus hesitated for just a moment more, and then he was ripping off his clothes and climbing on the bed. And then he was bending down and taking Harry’s cock in his mouth. Harry moaned, and the vibrations of his mouth on Draco’s arse made Draco cry out. “Oh Merlin! Someone fuck me!” he begged.

Severus took charge like he always did, pulling Draco off of Harry’s face and bringing him down between Harry’s legs with him. With no other preparation, he pushed inside of Draco’s arse, mouth still on Harry’s cock. Both Draco and Harry reeled as he pleasured them both. The sight of Severus sucking Harry’s cock right next to Draco’s head was awe-inspiring, and the feel of Severus’ huge cock in his arse after so long… Draco was coming in moments, his spunk covering Severus’ chest. Severus stilled inside him, groaning around Harry’s cock, and then he was pulling out of Draco’s arse and pushing him aside.

“Oh Merlin,” Draco sighed, overwhelmed by his orgasm, and then he was confronted with the sight of Severus spreading his come around Harry’s entrance, followed by his tongue and fingers and…

“Oh, Severus!” Harry cried out, and Draco shuddered as he watched Severus’ cock breach Harry’s entrance. His cock filled again and he began fondling himself as he watched Harry and Severus fuck for the first time.

“Harry… oh, Harry. You’re mine! Mine!”

“Severus!”

“Harry!”

“Fuck!”

And then Draco was coming all over the two of them as they reached climax, both of their names on his lips.



The End