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Trifecta	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 69992 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 12
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, the universe, or anything you may recognize herein. I only play in this universe for fun. I also do not make any money from writing this, I do it for the entertainment of other sick-minded individuals like myself.

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“Should I put my glamours back up?” Harry asked. “At least the touch one?” He added.

Blaise shook his head. “No. I want to feel and see and hear you just as you are. No glamours, no hiding, and no lies. Just be here, with me. Fully.” He said, working Harry's shirt off and dropping it next to the bed as he spoke, then pulling his own shirt over his head and dropping it as well.

Harry gulped, taking in the sight of Blaise's chest and abs.

The other teen had plenty to be proud of, that much was for sure. He had defined musculature, with impressive pectorals and a washboard stomach. He was lean, and dark, and Harry had the fleeting thought that it mattered not at all to him if he couldn’t have chocolate anymore, since Blaise's dark, rich skin tone was more than enough chocolate for him. The trade-off was more than fair.

Blaise smiled and flexed his muscled arms in show. “Like what you see?” He asked teasingly.

Harry nodded. “I want to eat you up.” He said breathlessly.

“Later. This time, it’s my turn.” Blaise purred, sliding down Harry's body and working the teen's trousers off. “Oh, going commando? Daring. Very Gryffindor. I approve.” He said, tossing the trousers to the floor and leaning in to take Harry’s cock in his mouth.

Harry let out a loud moan, hips bucking up in shock at the new sensation.

Blaise gagged and pulled off. “No choking me, or I stop. You're stronger than you look, you'll shove yourself straight down my throat.” He said flatly, in stern disapproval.

Harry flushed. “God, sorry. It’s just… No one's ever…”

Blaise perked up. “I’m your first blow-job, too? My, you’re the gift that just keeps on giving, aren’t you?” He asked excitedly. “Just try not to buck up, yeah? I'll teach you what all the fuss is about.” He said before going back to his task.

Harry moaned again, lowly, keeping himself still with sheer force of will. He felt Blaise's tongue massaging the underside of his cock all the way down, then swirling around the tip as the Italian pulled off and teased him with his tongue. It laved him from tip to base, and back up again, flicking at his frenulum and driving him slightly mad. He fisted his hands in the sheet and gulped, nearly swallowing his tongue as Blaise chose that moment to deep-throat him again.

“Fuck! Don’t do that, I'll come!” He warned.

Blaise pulled off with a ‘pop.’ “No, you won’t.” He said lightly, then grabbed Harry's balls and gave a sharp tug.

Harry yelped, and his legs came up to protect his sensitive bits. “What the fuck?!”

Blaise grinned smugly. “Your cock isn’t so close to erupting now, is it? Works like a charm.” He said.

Harry glanced down at his cock. “You're lucky I'm still hard, or I might have called this whole thing off!”

“Don’t lie, gorgeous. You know you like a little pain with your pleasure. Any mate of mine would. Because I can be a little rough, and it’s not something I can turn off. Even if you aren’t sure you like it yet, you'll come to. I promise you that.” Blaise whispered, stroking Harry's cock lightly as he spoke.

Harry squirmed, eyeing Blaise's bulge through his trousers. “Take those off.” He said.

Blaise smiled. “Sure thing. Did you know your eyes glow brighter when you have sexual thoughts? I can see the evidence that you’re wanting me. It’s a serious turn-on.” He said as he removed trousers and pants in one go.

Harry's mouth went dry as he stared at Blaise's cock. He hadn’t been lying. He was long, and thick. “I… Will that fit?” Harry asked, not ashamed to admit that the last word came out in a squeak.

Blaise chuckled. “It will, gorgeous. Now you know why I told you to try for four, don’t you? Don’t worry about it; I’ll stretch you out good and ease in slowly. You'll only feel pleasure.” He said, then leaned in to lay a kiss on Harry's neck.

Harry shivered and swallowed nervously. “If you say so.” He said.

“I do. Come on, put your legs back down and open them for me. I promise not to abuse your balls again if you can keep control of yourself.” He leaned in and whispered, “I want us to come together.”

Harry let his legs stretch out to frame Blaise, so that the other teen was sitting between them.

Blaise laid his hands over Harry’s ankles and began slowly sliding them upward. “I’m going to do something now that I think you'll like. Just relax and enjoy it.” He whispered, then leaned down, hoisted Harry's legs over his shoulders, and laved a wet, slow trail from taint to tailbone.

Harry shivered and let himself relax. “Oh, my god!” He choked out. “What in the world—”

“It’s called rimming, gorgeous. And I'll be happy to do it for you whenever you ask.” Blaise said before continuing. He licked over Harry’s entrance a few times, then pointed his tongue and swirled it around the rim before pushing, easing it in as far as it would go.

Harry lay there, panting and trembling as he felt the m0st amazing sensations ever, and wondered what he had done to deserve such a mate. Blaise was willing to do the most wonderfully depraved things, and according to him, what he was showing Harry today was only going to be the tip of the iceberg! Harry wondered momentarily what else Blaise would show him in time, before a finger worked its way into him and crooked, and rational thought became a thing of the past.

Blaise quickly worked Harry up to two fingers, then leaned back to watch his face as he added a third. His fingers were sometimes thicker than others', so he was aware that Harry could still probably feel pain at this point, if his fingers were slenderer than Blaise's. Blaise was pretty sure they were.

Harry didn’t seem to be in any pain, and Blaise stretched him open some more, then added a fourth.

“Doing okay?” He checked.

Harry nodded, panting and staring at him through glazed, heavy-lidded eyes. “Yeah. Doing great. Keep going.” He panted.

Blaise smiled and continued stretching him. He knew that he needed to be careful to open him up enough, he’d had virgins before. It took a certain level of patience to get a virgin to feel nothing but pleasure, but Blaise was determined to make this good for Harry.

Once he deemed Harry ready, he cast a quick lubrication charm over himself and positioned himself. “Eyes open.” He said. “I want to see every reaction you have to feeling me inside you for the first time.” He said, then began sliding in.

Harry gasped and arched, keeping his eyes open and trained on Blaise's. He grabbed Blaise's shoulders and couldn’t help that his fingernails dug in. He fought to stay relaxed when every instinct was telling him to clench down.

Blaise ran a hand over Harry's neck, soothing him as he watched Harry's eyes glowing brighter with every inch he slid in. “Almost there, gorgeous, just a little more.” He whispered, then sighed as he slid in fully. “There. That's it. Did it hurt any?” He asked to make sure.

Harry shifted. “Burns a bit. Feels really full.” He said.

“But no pain?” Blaise checked.

Harry shook his head. “No. No pain.” He confirmed.

Blaise smiled. “Ready for me to move?”

“Yeah.” Harry said. “Go for it.”

Blaise pulled nearly all the way out, then slid back in deep, setting a slow, easy rhythm to get Harry used to the feeling.

Harry held on to Blaise, letting the other teen rock into him, slowly driving him higher and higher. He wrapped his legs around Blaise's hips and moved with him. “God, it's so…”

“Different?” Blaise suggested with a smile.

“Yeah.” Harry agreed. “But still really good.” He moaned and rolled his hips. “Could you… Go faster?”

Blaise smirked. “I thought you'd never ask.” He leaned in and kissed Harry deeply, then sped up.

Harry cried out as Blaise pounded into him, nails digging bloody crescents into the black teen's shoulders, filling the room with the scent of blood. He eyed Blaise’s neck contemplatively.

If Lucius tasted good, without being the vampire’s mate…

“Can I bite you? Just to take a taste.” He clarified.

Blaise stilled, looking down at him in surprise. “Do you want to?” He asked.

Harry flushed. “I'm… Curious.”

Blaise tilted his head to the side. “Just a sip, then.” He said.

Harry leaned up and bit, drawing a small bit of blood into his mouth. He made a face and licked the wounds closed, then pulled back, shaking his head. “Nope, you’re not a viable blood donor. Ick.”

Blaise laughed. “Thanks, I think. Now that your curiosity is assuaged, can we get back to the wild sex?”

Harry nodded. “Yes, let's.”

Blaise grabbed Harry's hands and pinned them above his head, kissing Harry hard as he began pistoning his hips again.

Harry felt himself getting close to coming, thanks to the relentless slide of Blaise's cock against his prostate, and clenched down.

Blaise's hips stuttered, and he bit his lip. “Are you close?” He asked.

“Yeah.” Harry breathed.

“Alright, here we go.” Blaise said before redoubling his pace.

Harry cried out and came, feeling Blaise thrust once, twice more before stilling and pulsing within him, filling him with a strange warmth that spread through his whole body, energizing him. “Wow.”

Blaise was staring down at him in awe. “Your eyes are pulsing right now. Merlin, that’s beautiful.” He whispered.

Harry smiled. “Glad you think so. Let's take a nap before lunch.” He said tiredly.

Blaise pulled out and wrapped his arms around Harry, snuggling close to him. “Yes, that’s a great idea.” He agreed, closing his eyes as he relaxed.

*****

Harry woke to find Blaise staring down at him from where he was propped up on one arm. “Watching me sleep?” He asked. “Kind of creepy, to be honest.”

Blaise smiled and leaned in for a kiss. “You look so peaceful in sleep. It’s a good look on you. I want to see it more often.”

Harry flushed.

“So, about Snape…” Blaise began. “Why's he so jealous? Surely he knows I can’t replace him. No one can, he’s your perfect blood match. I’m a good sexual partner, but you probably know him much better by now.”

Harry sighed and nodded. “We've gotten closer, but it took a near-catastrophe. The bond was—maybe still is—damaged. Vlad said it would take work to repair it, but it could be done.”

Blaise frowned. “Vlad who?” He asked.

“Oh, right, I didn’t tell you. I met my Sire. He came seeking me out, and we’ve been having lessons every other weeknight, to train me to kill other vampires in case they seek me out. Apparently, I carry Vlad’s scent, and that enrages rogue vampires.” Harry explained.

Blaise's hand stroked over his cheek tenderly as the teen stared into his eyes, still glowing as Harry took in the ambient energies left over from their coupling. “I don’t want to lose you. Are you applying yourself in these lessons?” He asked.

Harry smiled. “Yes. I’m learning a lot. He’s a hard man to learn from, but it means I learn fast and the lessons stick, so it’s working out.”

Blaise nodded. “Good. I have the urge to protect you, but even I know I’m no match for a vampire, rogue or not.”

“I can take care of any of them. You just worry about keeping me safe from Malfoy.” Harry joked.

Blaise frowned. “Don’t make jokes like that. If it comes down to it, I will, but I’m hoping you two can get along, at least a little bit.”

Harry sighed. “We'll see.”

“How are we going to make this work, if Snape is such a jealous prick?” Blaise asked.

Harry shrugged. “Dunno, right now. I suppose we just have to play it by ear.”

Blaise nodded. “We can do that. So, you already said no to caning, and I can live with that, but what else are you willing to try and not willing? It needs to be discussed before we do anything.” Blaise said.

Harry bit his lip. “Well, I can’t do anything that would cause me to bleed.” He said.

“What about bruising? I’m not into blood play, or impact so hard you bleed, but is bruising okay? You look like you bruise easily, and impact play can cause that.” Blaise explained.

Harry shrugged. “That should be fine. Due to the vampire healing, it would only last for minutes, so I won’t have any lasting marks.”

Blaise grinned. “That’s handy.” He said.

“Yeah. Aside from that, everything else you've mentioned sounds good.”

“How do you feel about having your breathing controlled? I won’t wrap my hands around your neck, that’s not safe, but what about me covering your mouth and nose, or laying my forearms against your neck and pressing? That’s one of the things no one else was willing to do with me, and I really like the control. It’s like a drug.” Blaise explained.

Harry cocked his head. “I… Don’t really know. I suppose we'll just have to try it and see how it goes.” He said.

“We can do that. Are you okay with spanking? I assume the caning is due to something with your relatives, but did they ever spank you?” Blaise asked. “I really like to spank, and you've a wonderful arse for that.”

Harry grinned. “No, they never spanked me, to the best of my knowledge. There shouldn’t be any problems there.”

“Mm, good. Do you like roleplay? Some people do, and I can give you that if you want, though it’s not one of my favourite things to do.” Blaise told him.

Harry laughed. “No, just being us is fine with me. I get enough teacher/student to fill my quota with Severus.”

“I imagine that’s true.” Blaise said with a smile. “I bet you’ve never been flogged, have you?”

Harry shook his head. “What’s that?”

Blaise smiled and went over to the wall, selecting a stick with several long strips of leather hanging from one end and walked back to the bed. “Turn onto your front, I’ll show you how it feels.” He said.

Harry rolled over and the leather straps were run over his skin gently, before they were pulled back, and swung back to strike him. He gasped, though the sting was minimal.

“Like it?” Blaise asked.

Harry nodded. “How hard would you normally swing it? That can’t have been your normal force.”

Blaise shrugged, though Harry couldn’t see it. “It wasn’t. Do you want a real hit?” He asked. “Just one.”

Harry nodded.

Blaise pulled his arm back and let fly.

Harry gasped louder, arching back. “Oh, I think I like that.” He said breathlessly.

Blaise laughed. “So you’re a fan of impact play, looks like. We can definitely do plenty of that; I like it, too.” He went and put the flogger back.

Harry turned over. “What else would we do?” He asked.

“A little bit of everything I haven’t tried yet. We have to see what works for us. Last thing we should discuss: You need a Safeword. Something you’ll say when you want me to stop what we’re doing. It should be something you wouldn’t normally say during sex. Something I’ll be able to notice.”

Harry frowned. “Would a name work?”

Blaise shrugged. “I don’t see why not.”

“Vernon, then.” Harry said.

Blaise nodded. “Alright. We need to get to lunch, and then I need to spend the rest of my time today with Draco, to soothe ruffled feathers. I had a good time. I’ll see you around, gorgeous.”

Harry smiled got up to wrap his arms around Blaise’s neck, kissing him. “See you. I’ll probably be in the library for the rest of the day, finishing up homework if you need to find me.”

Blaise nodded and left.

Harry looked around at the room, wondering what he and Blaise would try out next time.

Spirits high, he left the room for lunch.
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