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Every You, Every Me	By : lordoberon Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 6706 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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EVERY YOU, EVERY ME

An HP fic

by lordoberon

Chapter 10

“Dragon,” he hissed, speaking to the snake on Malfoy’s ring and to Malfoy at the same time, “Wake up. We aren’t enemies anymore, even though we aren’t quite friends either. Wake up from the past…It’s done now, like you said. Listen, and let my words sink in.”

The last part was from some old book Hermione had been looking at earlier. And the rest was from his head. He pushed his nose down the soft smoothness of Malfoy’s hair, and then his mouth was over Malfoy’s ear, kissing gently. He heard the blonde gasp. Two slender pale hands gripped the arms of the chair tightly.

When his tongue reached out to lick slowly, Malfoy’s elbow jostled Harry’s hand, and he gasped again. Harry licked harder, longer, and even as he was whispering, again Parseltongue, “Wake, wake,” the snake was inside him, a coiling snake of lust.

Harry interspersed kisses with his licks, and bit down gently on Malfoy’s ear lobe. The Slytherin tilted his head closer and moaned at Harry’s ministrations. He sounded good. Harry drew back and then dove in again. He found his fingers were pulling down the collar of Malfoy’s fancy robe, and he suckled the skin of Malfoy’s neck. His other hand was rubbing over Malfoy’s chest.

The blonde suddenly reached up, and tried to pull Harry down over him but Harry’s winter robes tangled with the arm chair. In a moment, Malfoy had spelled Harry’s robes away, and when he pulled Harry down over him, Harry was in his blue pajamas.

“Mmm.” Malfoy studied him, and brushed his hand down the soft material. “Where did these come from?”

His hands reached down. Grabbing the hem of Harry’s shirt, he yanked it up and off of Harry. Then he was kissing Harry, so hard it hurt, so fast Harry couldn’t breathe, but he liked it, and that snake of lust was growing and hissing in Harry now. Blaise moved to stand behind him, stroking long-fingered hands in a massage over Harry’s scalp, and pressing the long sinuousness of his body up against Harry.

Sandwiched between the two, Harry had no room for thinking about Parseltongue anymore. He found himself kissed and licked and touched by eager mouths and hands. Malfoy was drinking him in kiss by kiss it felt. Blaise’s warm hands edged up and down Harry’s back, before descending suddenly beneath Harry’s trousers to grope at his buttocks.

“Mmph,” Harry sounded into Malfoy’s mouth, and then pulled away to half protest and encourage, “Blaise!”

The dark Slytherin chuckled behind Harry, and didn’t stop. Malfoy’s flushed face was smiling at Harry, a genuine smile with lust sharpening the blue in his eyes. His fingers teased at Harry’s nipples, and then his mouth was there. Harry pushed his face against the back of the chair.

“Ohh,” he found himself moaning, “Mmm…”

His face felt hot. Blaise’s fingers were teasing his crack, just easing between his cheeks, and it was embarrassing and titillating. Malfoy’s tongue laved over a nipple and then licked up the sweat on his chest. His hands moved down to stroke over Harry’s thighs. A tightening was there between Harry’s thighs, and he could feel its echoes below and behind him.

Blaise whispered a spell, and the chair beneath them became a long, strange couch bed. He kneeled down and pushed his body up against Harry. His hands rested on the back of the chair, and holy Merlin, Harry could feel the telltale bulge of arousal pressed up against his buttocks now. Blaise rubbed it over him while Malfoy’s hands moved in closer to Harry’s straining trouser tent.

The first rub of Malfoy’s palm over Harry’s arousal made Harry shudder. He groaned as that soft, small hand wrapped around his length and tugged. It was nothing like his hand there; it was so much better. Malfoy’s teeth were on Harry’s ear and neck, and Blaise’s fingers teased Harry’s nipples while his hips jerked up against Harry. Harry could hear his pants behind him and felt them hot over the back of his neck.

He wanted the heat of Blaise over him more, he wanted Blaise naked, and he wanted Malfoy’s hand on his skin, and Malfoy’s tongue, and he knew this wasn’t what he’d come here for, or wanted from his Halloween, but it was so thrilling and he was so curious, he couldn’t bear to stop. He’d never been treated this way, and it was amazing.

He let it happen when Malfoy’s hands pulled his trousers down and off, and he let himself sink back into Blaise’s arms. He laid his head on Blaise’s thigh with the heat there right next to him. He was naked now, having worn nothing beneath his pajama pants. Harry shut his eyes, panting for breath. What would they think of him naked? No one had ever seen him naked before. It felt alien and unnerving, but also free.

“Harry, Harry…”

The whimper belonged to Malfoy, who crouched over Harry’s body, straddling him. His soft fingers stroked Harry’s cheek, and the gentle touch forced Harry to open his eyes as the roaring fire snake in him had not.

Grey-blue eyes drank him in and swallowed him. Harry stared up at Malfoy, who wasn’t really his enemy anymore, couldn’t be, in this moment.

“Draco,” he whispered, and it came out husky. Then, not wanting to forget his newest friend he smiled up at Blaise.

Lust burned up Harry and subsumed him. It scorched darkly out of Blaise’s eyes and made Harry even more aroused. That gaze trailed up and down Harry’s body in obvious approval, and Harry was pleased to see the affected swallow that Blaise responded with. He stroked his hands through Harry’s hair and down his sweaty throat, and then he reached to caress Harry’s cock. His fingertips, just the fingertips, stroked up Harry’s length, up and down, up and down…

Harry shut his eyes and moaned, quivering. Then another hand, smaller, softer, was stroking up his thighs. The sensation made Harry jump. No one had ever touched him like this before. Their longing for him was melting him; the snake of lust was lunging in his every limb, making him shake.

Blaise’s hands drifted away from Harry’s cock up to his chest, his neck, his ears. Draco, because he couldn’t be Malfoy now, tilted his head down and Harry knew what he meant to do and he almost laughed in sheer embarrassment and elation and –

“Fuck! Oh Merlinnn…nnn…”

Harry forced himself still in the first moment that the hot, wet tongue slipped delightfully up his cock. Then he was writhing, writhing, as that long muscle tasted him in dripping, hungry licks, coating his cock with saliva, suckling his skin, and Malfoy’s pale hands massaged his balls, and Harry was whimpering as a gentle scrapes of teeth sent pleasure roaring through him.

“Ahh!” He couldn’t seem to be quiet. Blaise’s strong hands held his hips down, forcefully, but he couldn’t stop Harry’s sounds. Harry reached down to pull hard on Malfoy’s hair as that tongue continued to lick at him and bite and suck and kiss, up and down over and over in a random pattern until Harry felt close to exploding.

He looked down and Malfoy’s eyes were like a darkening night, twinkling with stars, and then while Harry was looking at him his mouth descended over the head of Harry’s cock and began to suck. Merlin he was gorgeous, yes, Malfoy, no, Draco, was gorgeous, as his reddened mouth went over Harry’s cock and his pink tongue flashed into sight. Then he shut his eyes, and Harry stared at long pale lashes for a moment, before Draco took him further in with a hard groan and pulsed pleasure aching so hard through Harry.

And Draco kept groaning, as his mouth slowly took in all of Harry’s cock. Merlin, how did he do that? Harry humiliated himself even further, chanting, “Please, please, please!” He tore at Draco’s hair so hard it must hurt, but he didn’t care, he wanted more.

Draco lifted his head up, abandoning Harry, and smirked. “What will you give me if I do?”

Harry glared at him. “Slytherin to the core, you conniving bastard.” He panted. “What do you want?”

Blaise whispered, “Bad question…” and Harry felt nervousness leap in him.

Draco was grinning, and licked his lips. “I want you, Harry, every bit of you.”

“You already have my bits,” Harry groused, “You just had them in your mouth.”

The two Slytherins laughed loudly, and Blaise said, “That’s why I like him.”

Draco turned up his nose but could not hide his smile. “You know what I mean, Harry.”

Harry did know what he meant. He wanted Harry’s virginity. And right now Harry felt ready to give him anything, anything so he’d get Harry off, but he had to think about this. Was this what he really wanted?

Blaise looked down at Harry and asked, “Saving it for someone? Marriage? I’m genuinely curious.”

Harry opened his mouth and then shut it. “Er. No. But…but can we wait? I mean…this is…”

“It’s too fast for you,” Blaise answered, and Harry nodded.

Draco scrunched his nose and then said, “Alright.”

But he knew what Harry wanted, that Harry wanted him to finish it, even if he didn’t want to give Draco everything right this second. His tongue swept up Harry’s length again, and he took Harry’s cock in quicker this time. With that burn and heat and wet there, Harry couldn’t help moving. His hips jerked up to meet that sensation, to drive himself deeper. He was making noise and Blaise was swearing, and Draco was engrossed. His hands had moved down to clench Harry’s arse, and he let Harry drive in once, twice, three times, and then Harry was coming with a shout down his throat and it was spilling out the corners of his mouth.

Harry had never felt so good in his life as that orgasm. After it he lay there gasping like he would never breathe properly again. His body felt so loose and good. He hadn’t realized how tense it had been from the crowds and sitting in class and hours of homework.

And now there was Blaise, intentionally or unintentionally giving Harry a show – again. Mother of Merlin! He’d slid out from underneath Harry, and standing up, he stripped. His cock was even more beautiful than it had been before. Erect, pleading, it stood up from his mass of dark curls. In entirety he was like a god of Greek statues or Italian Renaissance art; his body was perfect, strong and healthy, his skin smooth, and his hair a romantic mess of curls. He had full lips, a charming smirk that flashed at Harry now, and those thirsty, burning eyes…

He reached out to Draco, and with a smirk the blonde allowed Blaise to rid him of his robes.

Naked, light and dark, they stood there together, and then Blaise was pulling Draco in, and his hand pulled their cocks together, and he rubbed them hard and fast. If Harry hadn’t just come, he would have now. Draco was moaning and Blaise wasn’t able to be quiet anymore, either. Growls came from his throat, hungry and yet also satisfied. His fingers tickled over Draco’s cock, pinched and tugged and fondled, and when Draco came, Blaise followed.

He lay Draco down on the makeshift bed next to Harry, and with his dark eyes half-open but awake with lust, he licked up the hot come from Draco’s belly. His tongue was fast and never stopped moving, and he made little sounds like “mmm” and “yes,” and “Draco” while he did it.

When he was done, he lifted his head, and caught Harry watching. He grinned, and then looked back at Draco. Draco was looking up at Blaise, and for once he seemed to return the affection Harry knew Blaise had for him. His hand reached up into Blaise’s wild curls, and he stroked through them, and then down Blaise’s nose to his lips. He embraced Blaise, pulling him against him.

For a moment the two were blended together, a beautiful mixture, and then Blaise seemed to decide he was too heavy, and he shifted to lie between them.

Harry lay there, naked, and satisfied. He couldn’t believe it – naked in the same room as Draco Malfoy! Naked next to gorgeous Blaise Zabini! They weren’t quite all friends, not really, but he knew they had potential together.

He lay there for a while, just content, and breathing deeply in and out. He hadn’t had much of a chance to relax, even after defeating Voldemort, because school had not stopped. Life went on. But here, time had seemed to stop – reality, too, since this all was so new – and he just enjoyed it. It was so free, and it was so different. Someone always wanted something from him. Now, they just wanted him, and he was happy to give it out, if this satisfaction was the result.

Except he wasn’t sure he wanted to give his virginity to Draco Malfoy. No, he wasn’t saving it, but he still thought it was something important – like getting a job, or graduating, something normal that he had access to, something he could get, unlike Ron’s big family or parents (which he had, anyway, being an honorable Weasley in a sense). Losing one’s virginity was a regular milestone and part of life that he could actually participate in. So it was important to him.

Harry decided to keep all those thoughts to himself, and turned over onto his stomach. He looked over at the other two. Draco was lying on his side, and his eyes drank in Harry and then met Harry’s. Harry blushed at the greed and joy in that gaze. Blaise, stretched out between them, had his eyes closed.

But his voice again worked to keep them focused on forming a friendship, rather than just the physical.

“How are your friends, Harry?”

Harry shook his head from one side to another. “Well…they’re alright. Hermione is working hard for the N.E.W.T.S. and such, trying to cram in as many books as she can before break.”

Draco rolled his eyes, and Blaise laughed.

He could see Draco visibly work to ask, “And…Weasley?”

Blaise answered for him. “Jealous as fuck about all the attention, but Harry kindly tolerates him.”

Harry shot a single glare at Blaise, and then sighed. “Yeah.”

Draco opened his mouth as if to say something biting as usual, but then he closed it. He seemed to pause and think for a moment, struggling to hold back his comments – something which required him to look away from Harry, Harry noticed with a grin – and then he said, “So. Where are you spending your winter break. I’ll be here…”

He didn’t need to finish. His grimace told that he was going to hate his break, hated his life as a fugitive, and that he desperately wanted them to visit again but was just too damn proud to admit it.

“I’ll visit,” Blaise said shortly. “Anything’s better than being around my mother.”

Harry got sidetracked by that. He wondered what Blaise’s murderous mother was like. Was she a sick, horrible woman like Bellatrix Lestrange had been, who loved killing? Was she insane?

“I’ll probably be at the Burrow,” he admitted, and then watched the expectancy on Draco’s face fall into sorrow. “But um, maybe I can visit. Since Voldemort’s out of the picture. Although, the Death Eaters probably want me dead more than they want you dead…”

He was looking at Draco, so it was obvious to whom he was speaking to. But still, the Slytherin knew he’d left it out any name because of uneasiness. Was his face that easy to read?

“You called me Draco,” Draco said quietly. “Don’t be shy. Say it.”

A smile turned his lips. His chin rested easily on one hand. Looking at the two of them, Harry was breathless. He wondered how he’d managed to get two beautiful boys. And how long they’d be keeping their clothes off. Now that they’d gone this far…he wanted to touch them again.

“Draco,” Harry whispered. The reaction it earned was a brilliant smile that was, really, quite handsome. Then he found himself reaching out to the blonde, and pulling Draco into a teeth-crunching, hard kiss.

Blaise watched from below, and when they were done, he said, “I knew you two would be good together.”

They all three looked at each other, and Blaise said, “You can both visit me. I’ll figure something out. Maybe Dumbledore can help again. And you’ll still have time to visit your other friends, Harry.”

Other friends. Meaning they were his friends now, too. It was so strange! But he, Harry, had instigated it. And he was enjoying it.

Harry wanted to touch them again, to play again, but he was also curious about them. He settled for twining a curl of Blaise’s dark hair around his finger as he asked, “So…what’s your mum like?”

Blaise flashed him a grin. “Heard about her, have you? Of course. The Slug Club. My mother is a devil to deal with. She’s impulsive as a child, and as worried about fashion and figure as one of those anorexic Muggle models. Her mood swings very easily, and it’s hard keeping on her good side for very long. She can be very charming…and she used to be very social, before circumstances required that we be in hiding.”

Harry noticed that he skirted around the real issue – that his mother killed a husband a year – and that he didn’t seem apologetic about his mother at all.

He wanted to be angry – the men hadn’t deserved to be slaughtered – but instead, he read what Blaise didn’t say, as long lashes dipped down to cover dark eyes.

“She’s your mum,” Harry said, “So you love her, even if she’s…different.”

He remembered what Blaise had said about Narcissa Malfoy, that she was cold but not as manipulative as Lucius, and looked up at their blonde companion. Draco was looking down at Blaise with a frown, as if trying to read him.

But Blaise would not be read if he didn’t want to be. He was hiding, with his eyes closed like that. What was he feeling?

“Come on,” Harry said, nudging him, “We’re friends here. Right?” He looked up at Draco.

The blonde Slytherin swallowed, and then said a little snottily, “You still haven’t shaken my hand.”

Ah. He still remembered that? The Malfoy pride kicked in at last. Trust it to spoil any good mood. Harry growled, and thrust out his hand. “There.”

Draco moved his hand away, instead. “You have to initiate the contact.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “Alright. Alright.” He reached over Blaise, and took that soft hand into his, and shook it. “Better?”

Draco’s eyes sparkled with mischief and anger mixed. “A bit. But you have to mean it.”

Harry was reminded unpleasantly of Bellatrix. Thankfully she was dead now. “Okay.”

He noticed Blaise’s eyes open now, watching as Harry’s hand slid over. Smiling, Harry took Draco’s pale, small hand, and shook it firmly. He noticed Draco shook back. “Harry Potter. Nice to meet you. Stop insulting my friends and I think we’ll be okay. Oh and by the way, you’re, er, attractive.”

Draco smiled that rare, brilliant smile again, and a low rumbling laugh worked its way out of Blaise’s throat. “Harry Potter, you are a character.”

Harry smiled. “Actually, the strange thing is that I’m very real, and my strange life is real.”

Draco sat up more. “That reminds me. The Parseltongue. What were you saying? And can I see the Chamber of Secrets? I promise I won’t do an ancient dance to the statue of Salazar Slytherin.”

Harry laughed. “I didn’t say anything important. Just, er…stuff.”

Blaise lifted his head to look at Draco. “See what I mean? Aggravatingly evasive at times.”

“What else did you write about me in your letter, Blaise?” Harry asked.

Blaise didn’t get to answer, because Draco asked, “What else did I miss?”

“Well,” Blaise counted on his fingers, “There were the kitchens. The visit to the famous Astronomy Tower, in which I only got to kiss him – “ that earned him a glare – “and there was the time I got caught by a plant in the greenhouses, by my hair, and Harry saved me.”

Draco laughed. “Seriously?”

Blaise flushed, something rare to see. “Yes. My hair is more trouble than it’s worth, sometimes.”

Harry ran a hand through his own. “I know what you mean!”

The Slytherins laughed, probably at his hair sticking up in all directions now. “And what else?” Draco pressed.

“We went to the Forbidden Forest,” Harry grinned, “And I wanted to introduce him to Hagrid, so he could suffer over one of Hagrid’s rock cakes, but he distracted me with a night fly. I think he would be a good Chaser, by the way, if he were on the team.”

Draco sat up more, and smirked, pointing out, “But then you’d have to play against him.”

“So what, I’m still going to beat your arse, even if we’re friends now. I’d do the same for Ron or Hermione, if they were on different teams than me.”

At that image – Hermione on a broom, he hadn’t seen that in years, and Ron a Seeker? – Harry laughed, and the Slytherins laughed with him.

“Harry,” Blaise said quietly, smiling. “I noticed it’s okay to laugh at your friends if we’re laughing with you. That’s a great bit of hypocrisy, there.”

Then his smile left, and he looked up at Harry. His look wasn’t accusing or sharp, but the sudden lack of a smile said he wasn’t joking anymore.

Harry squirmed, and then shot out, “Well, you do the same. I bet you two make fun of Crabbe and Goyle all the time.”

“That’s different,” Draco was quick to reply, “Everyone makes fun of them. But your friends are genuine…they’re liked…and yet you can make fun of them? And only you? Come on. Weasley’s as clumsy as if he had a Bludger constantly hitting his arse, and the – Granger, she’s an annoying know it all –“

“Shut it, Malfoy, or I’ll shut it for you.”

The blonde bristled. “Oh, so it’s ‘Malfoy’ now, eh?”

Blaise sat up between them, and pushed a hand against their chests. “Stop it, you. Draco, hold your tongue. Harry, don’t be so quick to react. I made a good point, and he’s only supporting it, although he had to add his own lengthy commentary. We know you two don’t like each other’s friends, that’s settled – myself being the exception. Either stop talking about it, or make changes. Whinging on about it doesn’t help, and it will give me a headache, and then I will shut you both up.”

Harry sat back, away from Blaise’s hand, and Malfoy – Draco, whatever – sat back too, grumbling something under his breath. Blaise shot him a glare, and then gave Harry a cautionary look.

When they looked appropriately still, and Harry attempted to look apologetic, Blaise tossed his hair back and said, “Thank Merlin that’s over. That’s the other part you missed Draco – arguments, none of which were this annoying, some of which were fun, and I was careful not to insult his friends.”

Draco harrumphed and said nothing.

Harry sat there, and anger boiled through him. Malfoy was so frustrating! He couldn’t but call him Malfoy in his head at times like this. The blonde was insufferable and so stuck in his ways.

But Blaise did have a point that Harry laughed at his friends but didn’t let others. It was hypocritical. Really, he should stay loyal all the time, and he shouldn’t let Malfoy’s petty comments bother him so much. What had he expected, that Malfoy would suddenly buddy up to Ron and Hermione? He didn’t understand the Weasley/Malfoy hatred at all, but it was undeniably there. Malfoy’s prejudice against Muggleborns was the bigger issue, really.

Lost in his thoughts, he was surprised when Draco said quietly, “Harry. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t say lousy things about your friends. Merlin knows they’re better than some of mine. Loyal. Informal. Smart. My mouth likes to shoot itself off a lot, and I don’t seem to know when to stop…”

“You really don’t,” Blaise quipped sharply. Draco frowned at him, and then looked at Harry.

Harry swallowed. “Yeah. Well. You should work on that. It’s really annoying. But um…” He scratched his head, laughing, “That’s how you ended up kissing me, which was how this all started, so I guess it can be good sometimes.”

Immediately pleasure spilled into Draco, visible as a becoming blush on his cheeks. “You liked it, didn’t you,” he purred, and leaning forward, he pulled Harry into another kiss.

This time, he made it slow. His mouth gently moved over Harry’s, his tongue eased into Harry’s mouth. He explored Harry thoroughly, slowly, with a moan of eagerness tearing out of him. His tongue was a teasing hot whip in Harry’s mouth, a fluid eel that sent electric shock waves of pleasure, and stirred Harry towards arousal.

Against his will, Harry found his hands were easing up Draco’s neck, pushing into his hair. His body was closer to Draco’s now. Blaise sat up, just a little, and his hand combed down through the dark thatch of hair at Harry’s abdomen, and then his smooth, long fingers grasped Harry’s cock.

Harry moaned at the touch, pulling away from the kiss. He moaned again as Draco’s mouth kissed over his neck, while at the same time Blaise’s hand began to pump Harry slowly.

As much as Harry enjoyed it, he wanted to explore, too. So he pushed his hands down Draco’s shoulders, down, down, to grope his arse. The blonde moaned, “Mmm, Harry…” Then, with his hands shaking, Harry moved his hands forward and slid just his fingertips over Draco’s cock.

A violent shiver broke through Draco’s body. “Please,” he whispered, “please…”

Harry wrapped his hand firmly around Draco’s cock. He rubbed his thumb over it quickly, watching, his gaze flitting back and forth from what his hand was doing to Draco’s face. The Slytherin’s face was flushed now, his cock hard, and he was panting. Harry kept on rubbing, swallowing hard at the display, at where his hand was; at the fact what he was doing this.

His gaze was torn away, as Blaise lifted a hand, and stuck two fingers into his mouth. Harry watched with a barely held back groan boiling in him, as Blaise wetted those two fingers very well. His eyes widened as Blaise hand descended down over Draco’s buttocks, and then pressed in –

“Mmm!” Draco’s hips bucked suddenly. “Blaise!” he hissed.

A pleased, wide smirk, like a cat’s, came over Blaise’s face. But his eyes were hooded and dark in lust. Just looking at him with that expression made Harry more aroused. He paused in treating Draco a moment, and then licked his lips. He wanted to make Draco more verbal, more writhing, messier.

His hands gripped Draco’s hips hard, and he slid down on the spelled couch. He worked saliva into his mouth, eagerness and nervousness jittering and zapping in him, and then with his eyes closed, he leaned to his task. It was just like other tasks, he told himself. He could do it. If he could defeat the Dark Lord, he could certainly do this.

The bare, heated skin of Draco’s cock against Harry’s lips was very soft. That was what he registered, beyond the moans Draco was making, and the grunts that Blaise made as he thrust his fingers into Draco. Then Harry was licking, tentatively, shakily, and Draco’s hands were fisting in his hair, and he was panting Harry’s name over and over.

The sound of his name urged Harry on, and became like an encouraging cheer. So he began to move his tongue faster, arcing it up that veined, hot skin, and the harder and longer he licked, the more he liked it. His face felt hot and his body trembled, but he kept going. He began to add suckling kisses in, tasting Draco, and then his hand wrapped around the base, and it was simple now. He held it with one hand, and licked with the other.

When he reached the head, and licked there, faster, a beautiful whimper that set Harry’s hair on end spilled from Draco’s lips. He was thrusting forward now, up, and Harry struggled as his cock pushed into Harry’s mouth. Gryffindor courage and Slytherin will worked together, and he kept up, as Draco pushed into him. Harry knew he was being noisy now – Merlin, this was good! – and increased the pace.

Blaise was panting below them. Draco was a flushed, sweaty mess, pushing back to Blaise and then up to Harry, his hips jerking up again and again. He was moaning for every swipe of Harry’s tongue, and swore when Harry used his teeth a little. Harry’s tongue was lashing all over, and he drank in the sweat and lust of his nemesis.

The world was dropped away. He was just Harry, enjoying this, turning his friend into a mush of libido satisfied. He had dreamt of doing this, or having Draco do this to him, after that kiss. He’d certain thought of doing this to Blaise. But actually doing it made a roaring pleasure steam in him and roll through him. It made his limbs tremble, and he himself panting and groaning too, and taking breaks to breathe.

Then he pulled away again, and watched as Draco’s pleasure exploded over him. Blaise did not lick it up this time, but spelled it away, and Draco let Blaise hug him to his side with a grin. They were beautiful, naked, sweaty, pleased, smiling at Harry.

“You were good, Harry,” Draco said throatily, “So good.”

Harry smiled, and laid himself over the two of them. He was content.

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