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Kinder, Kindler, Kindlier	By : Lomonaaeren Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 24796 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter List
- 1-Kinder, Kindler, Kindlier
- 2-Chapter 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
- 8-Part 8
- 9-Part 9
- 10-Part 10
- 11-Part 10
- 12-Part 12
- 9
- 10
- 11
Draco blinked in surprise as an owl fluttered in through the
window and landed on the table in front of him. Both Harry and Severus were
still in the house�it was Saturday, and although their shop had only been open
for a few days, they felt justified in closing it today and giving themselves
time to speak and softly touch, after last night�and he truly didn�t expect his
parents to write to him so soon after his father�s ultimatum. He reached for
the letter that the owl bore with some trepidation.

�� The paper
was unfamiliar, if elegant, but the scent of lilacs that clung around it made
him lift the letter to his nose automatically.

�� Pansy.

�� Draco�s
hands were shaking when he opened the envelope, and he didn�t think anyone
could have blamed him�at least, not anyone who didn�t know his tumultuous
history with Pansy, who had sometimes been his girlfriend, sometimes his enemy,
sometimes his lover. It occurred to Draco, for the first time, that she had
taken on Harry�s role in his life after Hogwarts, when he no longer saw Harry
every day and had no reason to seek him out.

�� Dear Draco;

�� I�m sure you�ll think this is an inopportune
letter, coming by the time that you�ve probably already put me out of your
mind.

�� Draco
snored, aware that the sound wavered, and touched his hair. As if Pansy would
ever believe he had that power.

�� But I�ve come to realize that you were
right. My marriage with Henri seemed like a dream on the surface, but I�ve
woken now, and I�m bored. He�ll always treat me with either genuine affection
or courtly indifference, but nothing else. I need something more. Arguments.
Insults. A cleverness I can measure myself against, and someone who always
feels something for me, even that if something isn�t publicly admissible.

�� I�ve put the proceedings in motion to
divorce Henri, and I�m coming back to England. Say that you�ll be there,
waiting for me.

�� Pansy.

�� Draco sat
still for so long that Harry, who�d been sitting with Severus in the library,
came back into the kitchen for another cup of tea. He glanced casually at Draco
as he came in, saying, �Are you still at
breakfast? We�ll have to make sure that you don�t eat the customers in the
shop��

�� He must
have seen something in Draco�s face that warned him this was no time for
joking, because he cursed softly and sat down beside Draco, staring into his
face. �Draco? What�s wrong?�

�� Draco
reached out a hand. Harry took it without hesitation.

�� I got a
letter today,� Draco said. He thought about unfolding the letter and permitting
Harry to read it, but they weren�t quite at that stage yet. He licked his lips
and went on. �It was from Pansy. She was�my last lover before I was with you. I
left her because she wouldn�t leave her husband, even after I begged her.�

�� Harry was
silent, but the silence was so intense and listening
that Draco turned towards him without further thought and buried his nose
in Harry�s shoulder. Harry started, and then lifted his hand and stroked the
back of Draco�s neck.

�� Go on,�
Harry murmured, though from the tone of his voice he already knew the end of
the story.

�� She said
that she�s leaving her husband,� Draco whispered. �Divorcing him. That�s the
thing I dreamed of, for years, Harry.
I knew her in school. She was the first lover I ever had. She knows me better
than anyone else.�

�� Does she.�

�� The words
were not a question, and they came, heavy with sourness, from the door of the
kitchen. Draco shivered and lifted his head. Severus stood there, one hand
holding a book in which a slender finger was laid. He studied the way that
Draco and Harry sat at the table with an unblinking expression, but Draco had
known him too long to miss the pallor of his face or the way that his hand
shook lightly with anger before he saw Draco looking and suppressed it.

�� It�s�it�s
not like you think,� Draco murmured.

�� I heard
what you said,� Severus said, moving further into the room and shutting the
door behind him, as though someone was going to intrude from that direction.
The pallor in his face didn�t go away, but he did take his finger out of the
book and lay it down on the table with a snap. Harry caught his breath then, as
if he realized Severus�s anger for the first time, but he didn�t move away from
Draco or stop his slow stroking. �That Miss Parkinson knew you better than
anyone else. How could that be �not like I think?��

�� Draco
thought about correcting him as far as Pansy�s last name went, and then
stopped, because he wasn�t that suicidal. He bowed his head and stared at the
tabletop. His mouth was dry, and he thought belatedly that it wasn�t fair, for him to be caught like this
between his present lovers and the one he had always wanted.

�� Why can�t
it be both?� Harry asked, with more bravery than Draco could have shown in
front of an angry Severus.

�� Severus
paused, and there was silence that ticked around them like the heart of a
clock. Draco looked up, but he only looked at Harry.

�� Why cannot
what be both?� Severus�s voice was deeper than it had been, which might be a
good sign or might not.

�� Draco
might think that she really is the
one who knows him better than anyone else,� Harry said. His hand moved on the
back of Draco�s neck still, stroking him, soothing the skin. Draco held still,
not wanting to burrow closer in case that aroused Severus�s anger in turn, but
shivering with the need to do so. �And you might think that you do, for
understandable reasons. But maybe you know different things about him than she
does.�

�� That would
also suggest that she knows different things about him than we do.� Severus paced closer to the
table, and Draco tensed. Severus could make him feel like a student again who
didn�t know more than the basics of potions. In this case, his emphasis of the
word suggested that Harry should feel offended right along with him.

�� Harry
missed or decided to ignore the implication. �So what? I don�t mind that. It�s
only natural. Unless you have a Time-Turner hidden somewhere and you�re going
to go back and make it so that they were never lovers, I don�t think there�s
much you can do about that.�

�� He sounded�amused. Draco looked him in the eye,
blinking slowly. He had thought that Harry�s lack of sensitivity to Severus�s
moods was a bad thing, because it meant he would always be on the outside
looking in when Draco and Severus shared a private anger, concern, or memory.
He had not realized it would also mean, of course, that Harry was less afraid
of those same moods, because he would not know exactly how deep Severus�s anger
ran.

�� A chair scraped
out. Severus sat down at the table with them. Draco still didn�t look at him,
and wouldn�t until he knew how this scene would play out.

�� Forgive
me.�

�� Draco shook
all over with astonishment, and this time, he really did need to look up,
because it was inconceivable that Severus would have said those words on his
own. Had Harry hypnotized him without Draco noticing? Fed him a potion somehow?
Waved frantically at him and mouthed words so convincing that Severus had
decided teasing Draco about this would be the opposite of productive?

�� But Severus
studied Draco without the glazed eyes and flushed cheeks produced by the most
common control potions, and he held his hand out with nothing in it, not even
his wand. Bewildered, Draco reached out and touched his fingers. Severus
clasped them and refused to let them go.

�� The only
danger,� Harry said, rearranging himself so that he was holding Draco more
comfortably, �is if you intend to go back to her.�

�� Severus�s
brow furrowed, and his fingers twitched violently. Draco shuddered and shook
his head, not even wanting to think about what would happen between him and
them if he tried.

�� If the
only reason you are staying is that you are afraid of me,� Severus said, biting
off each word, �perhaps you should reconsider what you want from�this.� The
pause showed him searching for words other than �relationship,� and doubtless
not finding them.

�� How can
you expect him not to express fear, when you glare like that?� Harry�s voice
was brittle, and he tightened his arms around Draco while glaring at Severus.
�You look as if you want to murder him because of something she did. It�s not as though Draco was
waiting and hoping for her to send him a letter.�

�� I hope
not.�

�� Draco
sighed and managed to sit up. Harry didn�t move away from him no matter what,
and Draco had to admit he was as soothed by that as by Severus�s jealousy and
possessiveness, though in a different way. And they needed to hear this. Harry,
as protective as he was, might start wondering whether Draco was likely to
abandon them for Pansy if he didn�t get some
kind of reassurance.

�� It�s
simple,� Draco said. �There was a time I had a hope of marrying her. It would
have satisfied me, and it would have satisfied my parents, and at the time, I
still cared more about pleasing them than I do now. And she seemed persuaded to
consider marrying me. But then she went and got engaged to this French bloke
she�d met once.� Bitterness still coated his tongue, but he looked at Harry and
Severus, thought about what Pansy would say when Draco told her he had not one
but both of them, and felt better.
�She still wanted to be with me, of course. But she no longer talked about
divorcing him, the way she used to. And then she said that she never wanted to
see me again because she really wanted to focus on her marriage.�

�� In the
meantime,� Harry said, voice soft and warm, �she changed her mind again. And you took her seriously and
changed your life.� His hand came to rest on Draco�s thigh, and he was gazing
at Draco with a level of happy adoration that really was quite embarrassing.

�� Draco
coughed and turned his head away. �Yes, well,� he said. �I��

�� Now that
you no longer have a hope of marrying her,� Severus asked, �do you still want
her? Are we to be reduced to no more than another note in your long love life?�

�� Draco
lifted his head. They don�t want to lose
me, he reminded himself. That�s why
all the questions. �I don�t want her compared to you,� he said honestly.
�If I was free, yes, I�d be waiting for her to come to me. And I can�t say that
I�ll never remember and lust after her again. But what I experienced with you
is so different that I would miss that for far longer.�

�� Severus
turned his head to one side as if he had to think about that, and then gave a
short nod. Harry leaned towards him and kissed his cheek.

�� I�m glad,�
he whispered.

�� Those
words, combined with the hungry look Severus gave him a short moment later,
were what Draco needed to get past the impossible fantasy of living with Pansy
again. He began to smile as he thought about the response he was going to write
to her. He only wished he could be in the room when she opened the letter.

�� She never thought I would have moved on and
changed my life while she was gone. I was always supposed to be the passive
one, sitting on the shore of life while she sailed the sea, pathetically
grateful for whatever scraps of attention she deigned to give me.

�� He was
already searching in his mind for suitable words, and he forgot his distress
for the rest of that day. If it returned, in a muffled form, at night, it was
only because they still slept apart in their own beds.

�� And that would change soon enough, so that
Draco need feel no distress over it.

*

�� Severus. I
must speak to you.�

�� He could
not say that he had expected Lucius Malfoy to walk through the door of their
shop, but he was not caught as unprepared as the man had doubtless hoped to
find him. Severus laid down the latest cats-eye he had been looking for a place
for on the shelf where the others already lay on velvet, enacted a ward that
would keep them from being disturbed, and inclined his head. �Lucius. Would you
care for a cup of tea?�

�� Lucius�s
body stiffened for a moment, as if he had imagined a different kind of
treatment, or at least more surprise on Severus�s part. Then he was nodding and
moving past the moment as if it had never existed. �Of course. Shall we go
upstairs?� He drew on a pair of gloves, soft and made of white, tanned
dragonskin, before reaching out as if to touch the banister.

�� Oh, we
shall not,� Severus said, stepping around the counter to fetch out his teapot.
He had conducted more than one deal over a steaming cuppa; some of his
customers preferred the informal approach. �I have everything we need right
here.� He waved his wand, and the door sealed itself. Another wave, and an
unused shelf became a cushioned chair of the sort that he knew Lucius favored.

�� That is convenient,�
Lucius said in a soft, deadly voice as he took his seat and patiently waited
for the tea to boil.

�� Yes, it
often has been,� Severus agreed, and leaned back against the wall behind the
counter, determined to appear at ease.

�� There were
footsteps from beyond the arched doorway, and Draco�s head poked in. �Severus?
I thought I heard�� His voice trailed away as he stared at his father.

�� How
pleasant to see you, Draco.� Lucius�s lips were partially shriveled with
dislike and disgust as he glanced at his son from the corner of his eye. �There
should be nothing preventing you from coming in and joining the conversation.�

�� Draco
looked at Severus, swallowed, and said, �I should get Harry. I don�t think he�s
with a client at the moment.� He beat a hasty retreat, though a graceful one,
not exposing as much to Lucius�s critical eyes as Severus would have thought he
would.

�� Can you
tell me why,� Lucius asked, in the tones of a languid volcano, �my son should
be relying on the advice and presence of Harry
Potter?�

�� For much
the same reason that he relies on mine,� Severus said. The tea had finished,
and he pulled out a pair of cups, choosing the one for Lucius that had no
handle and would have to be cradled in the palm. It was a simple revenge, and one
that Lucius might not even notice if his rage was deep enough, but it amused
Severus to think of him going home with minor burns on his hand.

�� Sure
enough, Lucius took the cup but stared at him with eyes that were all too
clearly thinking of something else. �I do not like this, Severus,� he said. �My
son should be living under my roof, under my control.�

�� Severus
could have laughed aloud if he had thought it a wise or judicious expression of
emotion. The spells that he had added to the shop to strengthen a client�s
desire to tell the truth were working. Lucius would not have added the last
phrase if he were uninfluenced. Severus sipped his own tea and shook his head.
�Draco is of age now. He has his own money, his own mind. Why should he remain
where he is not wanted?�

�� I would
not have cast him out if he had not told me something too outrageous to be
borne.� Lucius set his cup down on the counter, and leaned forwards. �You held
it in your power to prevent my son from becoming dependent on you, Severus. Why
did you not do it?�

�� Severus
looked him in the eye and told him the truth with perfect, vicious enjoyment.
�Because I wanted him.�

�� He would
have paid more strongly for that statement than simply by seeing Lucius�s
snarl, he knew, but Draco and Harry came back into the shop then, and Lucius
had something else to focus on. In this case, it was Harry�s arm curled around
Draco�s shoulder and the way he half-ducked his head, whispering into Draco�s
ear.

�� Lucius rose
to his feet and drew his wand.

�� It was the
most profound mistake he could have made. Severus knew Draco�s loyalty to his
family. Draco might have thought that he�d hidden his unease at parting from
his parents from his new lovers, but nothing was less likely with someone who
had known him as long as Severus had. He had come down in the morning with the
marks of sleeplessness on his face, and he would tense whenever the talk turned
to family.

But this was an open threat, not
words that could be set aside and disregarded as the workings of temper and
nothing more.

Draco stepped forwards, his face
stained with pink on cheeks and jaw. He looked absurdly young, but there was
nothing juvenile about the motion with which he plunged his hand into his robe
pocket to seek his wand, or the way he snarled at his father. �Come to attack
Harry?� he asked, turning his body sideways so that Harry was completely
shielded. For once, Harry had the good sense to stand still, though Severus was
sure he touched Draco supportively, out of sight. �Because you can never
possibly accept that I can make my decisions on my own, without being swayed by someone else?�

�Do not be ridiculous, Draco,�
Lucius said coldly. �You are swayed by everyone and everything around you. I
have heard that the former Miss Parkinson is back in England. You will
doubtless be running away to her as soon as she calls on you.� He paused for
dramatic effect. �Do your lovers know about that?�

�� Draco�s
pinkness faded. He blinked twice. Then he said, �You don�t really respect me at
all, do you? You think of me as a child.� His tone was full of wonder.

�� What decisions
have you made since the war that have merited respect?� Lucius demanded.

�� I think a
better question might be, what decisions did you make before and during the war that merit my respect?� Draco
took a step forwards, surveying his father as if from a height. If Severus
didn�t miss it, he was sure that Lucius hadn�t, either, and sure enough, his
hand tightened on his wand. �You decided to be a Death Eater,� Draco continued.
�You decided to give away the Malfoy pride and prestige in service to a man who
broke all his promises to us. And since the war, all you�ve done is think and
talk about grandchildren, as though your life and mine and Mother�s are all
done already, as if we�re only worth what we can produce and reproduce instead
of what we can do.�

�� Ah, now you have drawn him to respond, Severus
thought as he watched Lucius flush. He
has a weakness for argument. I did not realize you knew that.

��

�� I will
give you money,� Lucius said, softly but intensely. �I will give you a home, if
you wish to come back to Malfoy Manor. I ask only that you marry and stay
faithful to your wife in public. I ask that you have at least one child to
follow us, and that you treat that child well and let your mother and I have
our part in raising it. You can have pleasure, Draco. But you must do your duty
alongside it.�

�� Draco
smiled, a sharp expression that nevertheless quivered at the edges. By craning
his neck slightly, Severus thought he could see Harry rubbing circles on
Draco�s back. Good. He needs the support,
now. He is more fragile than he thinks he is. �I�ve decided I�d rather have
all pleasure,� Draco said. �Hence my business and my lovers.�

�� It is obscene that you are living with two
men, one of whom is not fit to touch your boots,� Lucius said, abruptly
switching tactics. Severus wondered idly which of them was supposed to beg to
polish Draco�s boots, him or Harry. �Have you thought about how your friends
are laughing at you? They are concealing their laughter right now, perhaps out
of kindness, but they will do it openly soon.�

�� Draco took
another breath. Then he said, �I do wish that we could have parted another way,
Father. But tramping in here like this and demanding I come back isn�t going to
let you win.�

�� Lucius,
typically, seized on the notion of reconciliation and treated it as weakness,
rather than realizing that Draco was negotiating from a position of strength.
�I have made the offer,� he said. �You have only to come to the Manor and swear
to leave them behind. We will discuss
terms then.� He turned and strode to the door with his robes snapping and
billowing around him.

�� Draco
opened his mouth once as if to call him back, but Severus caught Draco�s eye
and shook his head. Draco looked at the floor and rubbed his mouth. His mind
would be racing in several directions, Severus knew, but none of them
productive.

�� The door
shut behind Lucius. Severus cleaned up the teacup that Lucius had left, giving
Harry the first chance to speak comforting words. He was better at them.

�� You did
marvelously,� Harry murmured. His voice was muffled, as if he were kissing
Draco lightly while he spoke. Severus had a new reason to keep his eyes on the
Cleaning Charms, then. He was not sure how he would react if he turned about
and saw them doing that in the middle of the shop, in broad daylight. �You told
him the truth, that you wanted to be on good terms with him but wouldn�t give
us up to do so. It was magnificent.�

�� Draco gave
a little moan, and Severus no longer doubted that they were kissing. He
steadied himself against the counter before he turned.

�� Harry was
almost bending Draco backwards, so close did he press, his hands locked on
either side of Draco�s jaw. From the way their mouths worked, they were tongue
to tongue, and from his soft whimpers, Draco was enjoying every minute of it.

�� Harry
caught Severus�s eye and extended one hand.

�� Severus
made sure to lock the door, so that no one would intrude into this enjoyable
but all too public activity, and then went to join them.

�� Draco and
Harry reached out to him at the same time. Hands slid against his skin, tangled
in his hair and yanked hard enough to make him hiss, and curved slyly down his
hips until Severus pulled them sternly back up towards his face. Harry was the
first to kiss him in turn, that Severus did remember, but Draco was not far
behind, flinging himself eagerly into this reassurance of bodies and souls so
that he did not need to regret what had happened between him and his father.

�� Severus let
them feel his erection, but pulled back and shook his head when Harry reached
down to hold it. �Not here,� he said.

�� Then let�s
go home,� Harry said, bold and impetuous as always, glancing back and forth
between the two of them with his eyes flaring. �Who�s going to stop us? We own
the business. We can make what decisions we want about it.�

�� I agree,�
Draco said. He gave Severus a clear, commanding look that was somewhat lessened
by the kissed and swollen state of his lips. �Come home with us.�

�� We have a
responsibility,� Severus said. He could hardly speak. His tongue was thick in
his mouth, his body warm and thrumming with a rhythm he had not felt so
strongly even when they first made love. �We have promised our clients that we
will be open at certain hours of the day, and we must maintain that, or
suffer��

�� I know, I
know,� Harry said impatiently. �But there�s no reason that we can�t take time
off just once. We won�t make a habit
of it.� He touched Draco�s head, his eyes unexpectedly sober as he looked at
Severus. �I think we need it today.�

�� I am a fool. Severus was surprised that
he had not thought of that himself. Draco was struggling to hide intense need;
it would hurt his pride to speak of it, but of course he would require
reassurance after such a confrontation, and sex was the best way to give it to
him.

�� I will
come,� Severus said.

�� Draco gave
him a delighted look and a deft rub with his leg against Severus�s groin,
causing his hips to jut forwards without his consent. �Yes, you will,� Draco
said.

*

�� Harry had a
definite goal this time as he came through the door as part of a circulating
storm of bodies, hands, legs, and arms: keep Draco from thinking about what had
happened and analyzing his every word and debating what he should have done
differently. Severus had warned him that Draco was prone to that, but Harry
could have guessed it himself. Draco had that look on his face after Lucius
left that Harry knew he used to get after he fought with one of his friends or
struggled with the Ministry.

�� So he
turned around when they�d got through the door and kissed Draco full on the
mouth, pushing his tongue in until Draco almost choked, then pulling it back
until he could barely and delicately touch Draco�s front teeth. Draco moaned in
surprise, tilting his head back, and then Severus seized him from behind and
linked powerful arms around his waist.

�� His hands
were clasped, Harry saw when he glanced down, and rubbing back and forth with
severe intent across Draco�s groin. Draco bucked forwards and whined deep in
his throat.

�� Harry�s
hunger came along just then and upset his reason.

�� With
Severus�s help, he yanked Draco�s trousers down, followed by his pants, which
didn�t have the good sense to follow the trousers the way they should have.
Then he reached out and slid his fingers delicately up and down the underside
of Draco�s cock.

�� Harry,� Draco breathed. Harry looked up
and saw Draco�s eyes as all gleaming pupil, they were dilated so much. �Have
you ever done this before?�

�� Nope,�
Harry said cheerfully, and leaned forwards to breathe on Draco�s erection. It
twitched.

�� Go
slowly,� Severus whispered. �Tease him. Taunt him. Use your breath to make him
long even more for what comes after the initial burst, and watch as he grows
more and more desperate for it.�

�� What are
you doing?� Draco asked, panting, as he threw his head back against Severus�s
shoulder. His eyes had shut, but only for a moment; then Harry saw them blink
open again, as if he were incapable of commanding them. �I need�comfort, don�t
you think? After�what I went through?�

�� This will
comfort you more than anything else he could do,� Severus whispered into
Draco�s ear. Draco moaned, head lolling as though his neck had suddenly gone
boneless. Harry stared in fascination, and Severus caught his eye and nodded
reassurance. �Do it, Harry.�

*

�� Draco
wasn�t surprised when Harry immediately leaned forwards and gave it his best
effort. Who wouldn�t, after hearing the iron in Severus�s soft voice?

�� But that
didn�t mean he was any happier about being teased�

�� Or so he�d
like to pretend. In reality, when he felt the gentle, warm flutter of Harry�s
breath around the head of his cock, Draco�s muscles spasmed and he would have
fallen if Severus wasn�t holding him up. It was the taunt, the anticipation,
that made him do that. He wanted what he wasn�t going to get (right now). He
wanted to buck forwards into the warmth of Harry�s mouth, and knew he wouldn�t
be permitted to do so.

�� Severus did
know exactly what would please him best.

�� Severus
breathed on his ear, then nipped it. Draco wanted to faint, or fall, or
collapse. Severus�s firm arms, however, held him up too much for that to
happen, but Draco did manage to turn his head so that Severus could reach his
ear better, and whimper. He hoped the whimper was as sweet and pathetic as he
wanted to make it.

�� It must
have been. Severus rubbed his cock against Draco�s arse, and Harry gasped and dared
a single greedy lick to Draco�s balls, though gone so swiftly that Draco wasn�t
really sure he�d felt it. Draco smiled, and he knew the smile was probably
delirious and strained, but he didn�t care. He had his own power in this
situation, the only kind of power he needed right now.

�� Do you
know how delicate you look?� Severus said into his ear.

�� Draco
stretched his neck, but didn�t bother responding, although his erection might
have given an extra throb. He knew Severus was going to tell him, and he wanted
that. He reached up and ran a faltering hand along Severus�s arm, before
Severus snatched it away and bound it to his chest with Draco�s other hand.

�� You are
not,� Severus said. He was breathing fast, making his words ragged and uneven,
and a surge of triumph passed so quickly through Draco that for a moment he
thought he would come in spite of Harry�s gentleness. �I have in my arms the
young man who walked away from his parents when they were too demanding, who
bent under the Dark Lord but never broke, who decided to wake himself up and
leave his weak life and love affairs behind when something greater beckoned.
But you look so delicate.�

�� Draco gave
an encouraging little thrust. Severus leaned back and said, �Not yet, Harry.�
Harry�s mouth, which had surrounded Draco whole for a moment and which was so
hot that he thought it would sear him, retreated.

�� Draco
moaned again, but his heartbeat spiked and his whole body shuddered. Riding the
edge, he felt as though he could last forever, as though he didn�t need to come. He just needed to feel
Harry and Severus, and listen to Severus talk.

�� I could
break your wrists with a twist,� Severus said, and jerked on them so that Draco
could feel the bones sliding against skin, against muscle. �I could break your
legs. Your collarbone would shatter if pressed on. I could hurt you.�

�� Draco
moaned again, hoping Severus would understand the message of his deep and
urgent desire. He didn�t want to be hurt, not really; he had had enough of that
after watching the torture that the Dark Lord made him put other people
through. But the threats, knowing
that he was important enough to someone else to merit threats�

�� They
affected him in the same paralyzing way Pansy�s letter had, but also in a far
more pleasurable one.

�� Now,
Harry,� Severus said, in a tone so much the same as his threats� tone that
Draco didn�t register the changed message for a minute.

�� And a
minute was all it took for Harry to surge down, capture Draco in his lips, and
suck until Draco felt as if his orgasm would be drawn out of him by main force.

�� And soon it
was.

�� Draco came
with a shudder and a cry that was silent despite his will to voice it, his skin
aching as if he had sunburn, one partner�s mouth around him and the other
rubbing against him as if he would come almost as soon as Draco did.

*

�� When he
felt Draco go limp, Severus lowered him gently to the floor. He went with him
in the next instant, cradling Draco�s head in his lap and running his fingers
through the soft, fine hair. Draco turned his head so that his lips rested
against Severus�s leg and whispered something that Severus could feel better
than he could hear it.

�� Harry
pulled his head from Draco�s groin with a wet �pop� and blinked at both of them
as if he didn�t know what to do next. Strings of white leaked from the corners
of his mouth. His green eyes were wide and so blown that Severus thought he
would do what he was told in the next few minutes without hesitation.

�� Now there was an idea.

�� Come
here,� Severus said quietly, extending one hand to Harry, and Harry crawled
over to him, licking his lips as he went.

�� Severus
shifted Draco so that he could reach his wand and conjured a pile of cushions
beside them, in brilliant colors that Draco would be ashamed of reclining on when
he came to his senses. When he moved Draco�s head to them, Draco opened his
eyes, blinked, and focused on the two of them.

�� Hunger came
into his face, but of course he was far too spent at the moment to do anything
about it. Severus smiled at him, a smile he knew was cruel and delightful, and
cradled Harry�s head as he leaned in to kiss him.

�� You shall
have pride of place among us even now, Draco,� Severus said, and darted out his
tongue to lick the inside of Harry�s mouth, his tongue and cheeks, and absorb
Draco�s taste. �What do you wish us to do? Command us.� He reached down and
touched Harry�s erection, feeling Harry gasp and lift his hips as if he�d never
been touched before. �As you mentioned, you need comfort.�

�� Harry
gulped and wriggled as if he would make some sort of objection to this, but
when Severus looked steadily into his eyes, he saw nothing but glad compliance.
Smiling again, Severus pulled Harry towards him and held him still, one arm
around his neck, one hand on the back of his head, waiting for Draco�s
instructions.

�� I want you
to kiss him again,� Draco said at last. His voice was thin and thready, but he
spoke demandingly enough. �As though you aren�t going to let him breathe, as
though nothing matters in the world but him.�

�� Harry�s
garbled half-protest was drowned as Severus leaned in to do as Draco had
asked�and as Harry needed, though Severus doubted he knew that.

�� Harry�s
mouth was hot and sour and salty with a faint taste of Draco, but Severus
thought that he had scrubbed that out thoroughly within a few minutes. Then
there was warmth left, and stickiness, and a melting softness that seemed to
come from Harry himself rather than anything he�d swallowed. Severus bore him
backwards until Harry caught himself against the wall and braced his elbows
there.

�� Meanwhile,
Harry returned the kiss with interest, rotating his tongue and uttering tiny
sighs that made Severus go quietly mad. He lifted one hand and stroked
Severus�s elbow, the lightest touch of a tingling caress. Severus groaned, and
tried to mask the sound with a soft growl. Harry chuckled.

�� I think,�
Draco drawled, �that I�d like to see you suck Severus too, Harry.�

�� Harry
blinked and drew slowly back, licking at Severus�s lips one more time before
they parted. He nodded briskly to Draco, while Severus enjoyed the sight of his
flushed cheeks, his mussed hair, his dazed eyes. �All right. Should I undress
him, or not?�

�� Severus
glanced at Draco. He sprawled on the cushions, using two fingers to toy with
his nipples, while his other hand occasionally caressed his spent cock. When he
saw Severus watching, he lifted his eyebrows with a smirk and flicked his
tongue in a beckoning curl.

�� I can have both of them, Severus
reminded himself sternly, against the immediate impulse to crawl over. This isn�t the only time it will happen.

�� Good
question, Harry,� Draco said, eyes alight with the pleasure of giving the order
as much as the pleasure of touching himself, or Severus did not know him. �Undo
his robes, trousers, and pants only as much as you need to, without removing
them. And don�t spill anything on his clothes, hmmm? He does so hate that.�

�� Harry
moaned, while Severus himself was too breathless to make a sound. He nodded and
lay back, spreading his legs. He would have touched his clothes himself, in
order to get them open more quickly, but Draco�s orders had been clear: Harry
was the one who had to accomplish this task.

�� Harry�s
eyes flickered shyly from Severus�s face to his own hands, as if he assumed
that Severus had something to object about already, before he ducked his head
and went to work. His fingers were nimble and fast, and Severus closed his
eyes, the better to enjoy the sensation of Harry�s knuckles brushing against
him.

�� He hissed
when his erection pushed out into the open air. It felt both throbbingly hot
and bitterly cold as the protection of the cloth fell away.

�� Harry
solved that problem by lying full-length on the floor and taking it into his
mouth as though he were starving for it.

�� Severus
knew the next few minutes were not coherent wholes in his memory, the way they
should be. His brain broke apart and came back together in casually connected
patterns of red, black, and white. His breath whistled and wheezed through his
lungs, and yet at the same time it seemed to himself as if he breathed
perfectly calmly. He was soaring with pleasure and drowning so far underwater
that no one could rescue him.

�� All because
of Harry�s hesitant tongue and mumbling mouth.

�� He was no
expert in blowjobs; Severus knew that the moment Harry took him inside. But
that didn�t matter. He had eagerness
to make up for the loss of experience. He turned his head sideways and hummed
and swallowed too often and did all sorts of things that someone who had more experience
with this would never attempt.

�� Severus
tried not to break apart too badly, but the moments before his orgasm picked
him up and dashed him to the floor, where he shattered like a Potions vial. He
knew he was coming, and he could hear Draco�s soft encouragement and Harry�s
grunts and feel his own pleasure stabbing him like a series of well-coordinated
knives and ah, it was too much.

�� When he
could return to something like the normal world, he opened his eyes in time to
hear Draco say, �Yes, Harry, touch yourself,� in greedy tones, wet and
slurping.

�� Harry
touched himself with the same noises, his head tilted back, his voice emerging
only in a high-pitched whine. Severus didn�t know if his cock, peeking thick
and flushed from his hand, was smeared only with precome. Harry could have
taken the chance to use saliva or even a lubricant while Severus was drifting
in his white haze. He didn�t know.

�� Next time, Severus assured himself as he
leaned forwards, determined not to miss a detail, I will know.

�� Harry
shuddered and began to breathe in measured bursts, as if he assumed that would
make matters easier to deal with. It didn�t. His voice rose and rose in its
whine, until Severus was shocked not to hear the sound of shattering china, and
he was gulping and twisting as if in torment.

�� Faster,�
Draco whispered.

�� Severus had
thought Harry was going as fast as he could, but apparently not, given the way
Harry began to squeeze himself regularly and whip his hand back and forth along
his length, head to base and base to head, so quick that Severus began to lose
track of what he was touching at the moment.

�� Soon,�
Draco said, and then, �Now.� Severus
glanced at him and saw that he was holding one of his nipples down, pinning it
to his chest, while his face glowed with red and white, like an apple.

�� Harry cried
out, a burst of sound as uncoordinated as his breaths or his strokes, and his
come sprang out from him, a shower on his knees and chest and legs, and Severus
saw with a thrill what he had not consciously registered before, that Harry was
still clothed.

�� Look at
that,� Draco said, forcing the words out around pants that should have made
them less impressive, but somehow did not. �You managed to keep Severus clean,
but not yourself. I think you should clean it up.�

�� Harry
grinned and lifted his hand to his mouth, flicking his tongue out to lick his
fingers. Severus would have liked to look away; certainly the painful
excitement he was feeling now, which made his heart squeeze as if it were about
to stop beating, couldn�t be healthy for a man of his age. But his eyes stayed
stubbornly where they were until Harry had finished cleaning off his fingers,
even nipping the last milky drops from under the nails.

�� V-very
good,� Draco said.

�� Harry seized
his wand and cleaned up the rest with a flick and a Vanishing Charm. �I wasn�t
going to clean the whole thing,� he
said mildly, when Draco looked outraged. �Especially when I�ve already had more
than either of you.�

�� Severus
leaned across to him for another kiss. Harry kissed enthusiastically back, then
crawled over to Draco�s cushions and kissed him.

�� You know,�
Harry said, sitting behind Draco and stroking his hair while smiling at
Severus, �I just realized something.�

�� What is
that?� Severus asked, and then frowned. He had not meant for his voice to come
out like that, exhausted and sated, though now that he thought about it, it
would have been strange if his voice had sounded like anything else.

�� Our life
together,� Harry said, �is never going to be boring.�

�� Draco
turned his head and kissed Harry�s fingertips, and Severus had to touch both of
them.

*

�� usmorgan:
Thanks! He�s the hardest of the characters for me.

�� Mia: Thank
you! This is a very different dynamic from Their
Phoenix, but I find that I still enjoy writing it immensely.

�� I may
someday write a story about that.

�� angelmuziq:
Thank you!

�� Sarah: Not
criticism, but an observation. I don�t like doing the same thing over and over
again.

�� Hope you
were able to �scratch� it!
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