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Shiloe	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 47101 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Ahh, I missed being able to say that. ^_^ I’ve been gone for far too long. Never again!
Shiloe sighed. “I suppose it’s time to say good-night. Draco, would you like to stay tonight?” Shiloe asked with a sly smile. He could feel Severus’ jealousy as the man left. He wondered if the man was more jealous that Draco was sleeping with him, or that HE was sleeping with DRACO.
Draco smirked. “Sure, I’ll stay, Shiloe. Blaise, be a dear and don’t wait up?” He asked sweetly.
Blaise rolled his eyes, heading for the door that had appeared. “Whatever. I’ll see you around, Shiloe.” He said, leaving as Shiloe blew him a kiss.
Draco sighed. “Alone at last.” The others had left some time ago, but Blaise had stayed a bit longer, his wolf reluctant to leave.
Severus had needed to talk about how Harry was never to know about Shiloe and his relationship.
Shiloe smirked. “Indeed. Just what are we going to do about it?” He asked.
Draco turned around on his lap. “Well, we could go for a midnight stroll through the castle, or go for a swim in the lake, OR,” Draco smirked. “You could go into Salazar’s room and let me fuck you.” He finished.
Shiloe smiled. “That last idea has some definite merit.” He said.
Draco got up and pulled on Shiloe’s hand, leading him into the bedroom. “Get undressed and on the bed.” Draco said, pulling his own clothes off at a calm, measured pace.
He watched as Shiloe licked his lips and began to slowly disrobe as well.
Both teens eyed each other hungrily as skin was revealed; Black on gold and pale gold on milky white were finally bared, lips meeting in a feverish kiss and the press of slick flesh together as they kissed and clumsily made their way to the bed, still entwined, to sprawl haphazardly upon it.
Shiloe chuckled into Draco’s mouth at the muffled grunt he had voiced as they hit the mattress.
Draco finally came up for air. “So,” He panted, “I want you to close your eyes for a second.”
Shiloe frowned. “Why?” He asked.
Draco rolled his eyes. “Just-” He paused, realizing that maybe ordering Shiloe around was not the best way to get what he wanted. “Please?” He tried.
Shiloe closed his eyes with a sigh.
Draco smirked and picked up his Slytherin tie, leaning over Shiloe to kiss him deeply, coaxing his arms up as his fingertips slid over Shiloe’s sensitive sides.
Suddenly, Shiloe’s arms were secured above his head, pulled taut and wrists bound together.
His eyes flew open in shock as Draco sat back and smirked, looking at him smugly. “Mm, that’s SO sexy.” He whispered. “Do you know what I tied you up with?” He asked, squirming against Shiloe’s cock, which he was now sitting on top of.
Shiloe shook his head, eyes darkening with lust. He didn’t know, but he thought he had a pretty good idea.
Draco licked his lips. “My Slytherin tie. It looks good on you.” He said teasingly.
Shiloe growled and sent a pulse of pure magic through Draco’s body in retaliation.
Draco gasped, his eyes closing and head falling back at the feeling.
Shiloe smirked. Oh, he had almost forgotten that the Malfoy family was dark-aligned. A burst of pure wild magic like that would feel like the most potent aphrodisiac to a Malfoy.
Draco opened his eyes, looking down at Shiloe with the silver iris nearly obscured by his dilated pupils. He looked like some kind of junkie who had just gotten a fresh fix.
Shiloe smirked. “Like that?” He asked, knowing the answer.
Instead of a yes or no, Draco treated him to a deep breath and a feverish kiss, teeth clashing and tongues dueling as both tried to assert dominance over the other, regardless of who was on bottom. After all, position alone did not a dominant lover make. Whoever had the most control over the other was in the more dominant position. However, both were almost totally out of control.
Draco pulled back from the kiss and smirked. “You could get out of that tie in an instant if you really wanted to; and we BOTH know that. So, I suppose you’d like to try this?” He asked with a smile. “I haven’t been able to yet. It’s something I’ve wanted to explore for a long time now, but didn’t know who to approach with it. Gerard and Antoine were too delicate, and I couldn’t risk word getting back to my father about… My little secret.”
Shiloe pulled at the bindings experimentally, then smiled. “It’s hot.” He decided. “I’m game.”
Draco smiled in glee. “Thank you.” He said, sounding surprised. He leaned in and kissed Shiloe again, running his hands over his chest, rubbing over Shiloe’s nipples.
Shiloe threw his head back and gasped. He had never really thought his nipples would be as sensitive as they obviously were, but he was pleasantly surprised at the jolts of pleasure that ended in his cock, which gave a single eager pulse.
Draco felt the pulse, and smiled. “Oh, somebody likes having their nipples played with, hm?” He teased, then leaned in and took the nipple into his mouth, laving it with his tongue and nipping on it gently.
Shiloe moaned.
Draco bit down harshly, and then soothed the pain away with slow, gentle licks.
Shiloe hissed a breath in through his teeth at the sting, and Draco froze. He pulled away from Shiloe’s body with a speculative gleam in his narrowed, silver eyes.
“Do you… Mm, never mind.” He said, dipping his head to lick a slow path down Shiloe’s chest and stomach.
“No, what?” Shiloe forced out through his shivers as Draco continued his promising downward journey.
Draco stopped and looked up at Shiloe, twin spots of color on his otherwise pale cheeks. “Well, do you think you could, maybe…” He mumbled something quietly, his blush growing more pronounced.
Shiloe HAD to hear what had him so worked up. “Um, I’m sorry?”
Draco huffed. “I want you to talk to me in Parseltongue!” He all but shouted.
Shiloe smirked. //Oh, really?// He hissed. Unlike Harry, Shiloe didn’t need to see a snake to use Parseltongue.
Harry had gotten his Parseltongue ability through his link to Voldemort, so it was not his own knowledge he drew from.
Shiloe, on the other hand, knew the Parseltongue himself. He could speak it at will, and this way a fun way to utilize the ability.
Draco shivered and began frotting against Shiloe. “Oh, yeah, just like that!” He moaned.
//I want to fuck you.// Shiloe told him, grinning.
“Oh, yes!” Draco leaned down to give Shiloe another fervent kiss.
Suddenly, a slick finger was against Shiloe’s entrance.
Shiloe tore his head away from Draco’s to break the kiss. “Carefully.” He said through his panting. “Harry lost his virginity to a girl and Neville was the bottom last night.”
Draco smirked. “Really? I get to be the one to take your last virginity? I’m honored. I’ll be gentle with you. This time.” He said, slowly easing the slippery finger into Shiloe’s untouched entrance.
Shiloe arched back at the intrusion, sucking in a breath. It burned, but it wasn’t horrible. Just strange.
Draco bit his lip with a soft moan. “You’re tight.” He said, wiggling the finger experimentally.
Shiloe rolled his eyes. “As nothing has ever gone in there, I expect that is normal.” He said sarcastically.
Draco chuckled, adding a second finger just as carefully. He opened them and closed them rhythmically, easing Shiloe’s passage open wider to admit something much larger than fingers.
Shiloe groaned, and then began talking to him again.
//So gorgeous. I want you to fuck me. I need to feel your cock in me, so deep.// He hissed with some difficulty, as his mind seemed to want to shut down rather than keep the ability to form rational sentences.
Draco cursed, then quickly added a third finger and began stretching Shiloe roughly.
Shiloe hissed at the sting and burn of the harsh treatment. Thankfully, he found that it only added another layer of sensation, and it was a good feeling, despite the pain. In fact, the pain itself was pretty erotic, since it wasn’t intense, and since it was part of sex with Draco. He had expected the blonde to be a little rough, given his history with Harry.
Draco smiled, pulling his fingers out of Shiloe and lining himself up with the brunette’s entrance. “Alright, ready?” He asked.
Shiloe pulled at his wrists, then nodded. “Yeah. Go.” He said.
Draco smirked and pushed in, his mouth falling open as his eyes shut in pleasure.
“Ahhhh!” Shiloe shouted at the feeling of finally having someone in him. He could tell that bottoming for his anchors would provide the most magical energy for him, so he would be doing it often.
Draco kissed him, muffling the last vestiges of Shiloe’s pleasured cry in his own mouth. He raised his head and brushed Shiloe’s hair out of his eyes, smiling tenderly. “There. Is it good?”
Shiloe nodded. “I feel amazing. Go on. Move, already. I want to feel you.” He urged.
Draco chuckled and began thrusting fast and hard.
Shiloe let out another cry of pleasure, his back once again arching off of the mattress as he sought more friction against his aching cock. The little bit of stimulation it was getting from occasional brushes of the tip against Draco’s stomach weren’t enough.
//Fuck, Draco, feels so good! You look like an angel right now, all white and silver radiance.// He hissed, and then shouted wordlessly as Draco’s hand wrapped around his cock and the blonde began stroking him slowly.
“Shi.”
Shiloe opened his eyes, looking up at Draco with his eyes glazed.
“I want us to come together. Don’t come until I do.” He said firmly, giving Shiloe’s cock another slow stroke.
Shiloe gave him an incredulous look. “Well, I’ll try, but…” He let his head fall back as he moaned lowly. “Easier said than done.”
Draco snorted, speeding up his thrusts as he tightened his fingers around the base of Harry’s cock, holding back the other teen’s orgasm.
“Shit.” Shiloe said, his voice rough as he fought for breath.
Draco bit his lip as he grabbed Shiloe’s hips and pulled them toward him on his last thrust, feeling Shiloe’s release coat both their stomachs as he came hard inside the other teen.
Shiloe gulped in massive breaths, feeling Draco breathing raggedly as he sprawled half-atop his new lover.
“Wow. That was pretty wild.” Draco said with a wide smile.
Shiloe nodded. “I love you.” He said when he could breathe again.
Draco curled his lip, banishing their commingled juices. “Don’t get all sappy with me now. What are you, a Hufflepuff?”
Shiloe just smiled at him and kissed him, feeling the warmth that spread within Draco at his statement, belying his words.
Shiloe curled against Draco’s chest.
“I told my father that I decided to do my best to make friends with Potter. He should have gotten the letter this morning. I wonder how he’s going to take it.” Draco mused absently, drawing complicated patterns on Shiloe’s back with his finger.
Shiloe stilled, quickly putting two and two together and coming up with his answer: Four.
Lucius was the new bond.
“Blast, fuck and damnation!” He shouted, sitting up.
Draco sat up next to him. “What the fuck?! What’s your problem?!”
Shiloe sighed. “Well, this morning as I woke up, a new bond appeared. Someone made a life-changing decision that made their magical core change to suit mine. Someone I’ve met before. Any idea who that might have been?!” He asked Draco sharply.
Draco looked at him, horrified. “You’re going to fuck my FATHER?!” He screeched.
Shiloe groaned. “Thanks to YOU, I don’t really have much CHOICE, DO I?!” He snapped the last two words.
Draco groaned, covering his face with his hands. “Gross. I am never touching you again.”
Shiloe chuckled. “Alright, your loss.” He said.
“So, what are you going to do about that?” Draco asked after a moment.
Shiloe sighed. “There’s only one thing I CAN do: I have to get him to accept the anchor bond. At least this way, Severus will have company in his misery.” He joked.
Draco snorted. “Oh, yeah, he’ll LOVE that.”
Shiloe just shook his head and pushed Draco back onto the bed so that he could use the blonde’s chest as a pillow. “We’ll deal with it when we must. For now, we need to sleep.” He said firmly.
Draco sighed as Shiloe closed his eyes and evened out his breathing, trying to calm his thoughts enough to sleep. Lucius was his anchor now, as surely as his son was. This could be problematic, but Shiloe felt he could find ways to make the new arrangement work.
Shiloe was so caught up in his thoughts that he almost didn’t hear what Draco whispered when he thought Shiloe was finally asleep: “I love you, too.”
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