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26—Counterpoint
“Gettin’ brain in the library ‘cause I love knowledge—when you use your medulla oblongata—and give you scoliosis until I comatoses.”—Kanye West
(Severus) 
The strapless bra was gone in seconds, lying on the floor in the shadows of her crumpled dress. Her body was a testament to the artistry of curvature. Each rounded hill flowed into a smooth slope that leveled out in an expanse of supple skin, breasts and hips flaring from her waist like the body of a viola.
Her wild chestnut hair was pulled back, which was practical when accommodating three wizards, but Severus preferred to see it down, skimming her back and bushing out to electrify the space around her—especially when it was trailing over  him, tickling his thighs and belly as she gorged herself on his manhood.
And while those seamed stockings were provocative, he didn’t need contrived sexuality to find her irresistible. Lucius was drawn to all the lace and frippery of female underwear while Severus could take it or leave it. It made a nice picture, but the female form was perfection that needed no visual assistance. Lucius liked to adorn the body, whereas Severus preferred to strip it down to its most basic state.
The next time he saw her alone, he’d take her with her hair fanned out all over the bed and her bare thighs splayed around his hips.
Severus pulled off his boots and socks and glanced over at Draco, who had left the rest of them in the dust. Smart boy. A head start was always advantageous. Severus and Lucius hadn't even gotten out of their trousers yet, and Draco already had her naked in his arms, lips locked in an all-consuming kiss. As he unbuttoned his frock coat, Severus observed their easy intimacy with great interest.
Draco was obviously smitten with her—and she with him. Severus didn’t want to destroy what they had; he knew the pain of lost love all too clearly. He wouldn’t do that to his godson. But seeing the sweet entanglement of roaming tongues and hungry hands made him realize how much he longed for that same sense of closeness and familiarity. He didn’t want to steal Hermione for his own, he just wanted to bask in the multitude of pleasures her body and mind had to offer. She could give him what Lucius couldn’t. Surrender. Openness. Beneficence.
An escape. 
Sanctuary.
Lucius had already tossed aside his brocaded waistcoat and was unbuttoning his white shirt while watching his son with a calculating glare. Severus knew Lucius needed this as much as he did; he was lost without someone to provide for. Unfortunately, Lucius thought Draco was his roadblock to bliss. Why couldn’t he see that the boy was their golden ticket? She was getting something from him that neither of them could supply. What that something was, he couldn’t be sure yet; but she obviously didn’t see Draco’s neediness as a detraction. She seemed to adore it.
But then Hermione was an affectionate witch. She actually enjoyed caring for others. While his own views varied on that front, he did find it satisfying to have someone leaning on him. He’d had so few chances to entertain any sentimentality in his life. Lily had offered him the opportunity to fully embrace his softer side, but in the end he’d snubbed her kind-hearted attempts to lure him into the light, too scared to give up the power of the Dark Arts. What a fool he’d been. Everyone made mistakes, but his had been cataclysmic. After a lifetime of recompense, Severus could no longer abide the obtuse futility of poor judgment. It probably wasn’t wise to have chosen a career that left him surrounded by teenagers, a subsection of the population notorious for bad choices. Their blind belief that they would live forever and their refusal to acknowledge their mistakes was infuriating. He wanted to shake them until their brains either rattled loose or started working. Sadly, Minerva frowned on such physicality.
But Lucius, Hermione, and Draco all understood that life could quickly become something never intended. For the most part, they shared his caution and planning—Hermione more so than the other two. She preferred to think ahead, weigh her options. He liked that. Somehow, she played a cautious hand while still maintaining her humanity. He liked that too. While he had become bitter and cynical, she had harnessed her anger and used it to fuel her life’s purpose. She honestly cared about all those creatures she worked with. Everything she’d learned about the cruelties of the world had been funneled into aid rather than self-preservation. He couldn’t help but be fascinated by her.
Lucius pushed the table out of the way with one foot and toed off his loafers, drawing Snape's focus back to the present. Draco and Hermione's budding devotion obviously vexed him, but he was hiding it fairly well. There was a tic at the corner of his eye that betrayed his jealousy, but he’d been a paragon of magnanimity when Hermione had questioned his complaisance. Severus was proud of him. Lucius’s worst quality was avarice, but after they talked that afternoon, he could see that Hermione had already softened Malfoy’s more rapacious edges. Severus had merely hinted at her worries concerning the three of them, and Lucius had gallantly agreed to not pressure her into making a choice. All that was required after that was to subtly, but non-threateningly, mention her conversation with Draco. Hearing of her vehement desire to be with Draco left Lucius visibly upset, but when Severus went on to casually reveal her unwavering attraction to the elder Malfoy, Lucius began to vacillate between suppressed joy and deep thought. That was the moment to strike—while Lucius was open but unsure. Severus made it clear that he intended to continue seeing her, but he wouldn’t try to draw her away from Lucius or Draco. The planets and stars must have all been in alignment, because after a glass of Chardonnay, Lucius announced he would do the same and let the chips fall where they may. Severus was sure Lucius thought those chips would fall in his favor, but the fact that he was willing to accept the possibility that Draco might prove victorious was a testament to Hermione’s influence.
And Snape’s silver tongue. Who needed charm when a touch of coercion was so effective? Was it coercion to bring out someone’s nobler instincts? Albus probably would have said no, but the Slytherin in Snape recognized manipulation when he saw it. Still, he didn't regret doing it. Sometimes Lucius needed a shove in the right direction.
He watched for a moment as Lucius finished untucking his shirttails and started on his collar. Snape's gaze wandered down the lithe line of his body. The man was poetry in motion. Was he already hard, or was that just a fortunate trick of the lighting? Smiling to himself, Severus rose from his seat and shrugged off his coat, tossing it into the empty chair along with Lucius's discarded layers. Malfoy glanced at him with a hint of appreciation, but Severus didn't garner his full attention until he had his bulging placket cupped in the palm of his hand. Hmm, not a trick of the lighting at all. Lucius paused to give him a curious smirk, and Severus replied by curling his fingers around the warmth of his sac.
Malfoy’s lips curled with approval, and Severus nodded at his remaining buttons with a pointed look of disapproval. Lucius took the hint and proceeded to undress while Severus . . . assisted. Four hands were better than two, and he’d been dying to get him out of those damn trousers since lunch. But ripping open another man’s flies in the middle of the soup course was usually considered rude. It was customary to wait until after dinner.
Lucius’s length grew under his practiced touch, and Severus’s own erection responded in kind, inspired by the visceral sensation of pure lust expanding in his hand. He could almost taste Malfoy’s musky heat on his tongue, that salty melange that spoke of desire and need. Severus licked his lips and grabbed Malfoy by the waist, yanking him up against his body and grinding his crotch along the heated column tenting Lucius's shorts.
Malfoy's predatory gaze darkened, and he slid his hand around the back of Snape’s neck, pulling him in to murmur, “How should we fuck our favorite Gryffindor tonight?”
Snape skimmed his hands around Lucius’s chiseled hips and tucked his fingers into the waistband of his black silk boxers, teasing the rippling muscles of his lower back. “Let’s have her sit on Draco while we take turns with that pretty red mouth. After Draco comes, we can fuck her as we please and give her a real ride.”
“Excellent idea. Should we tell Draco?”
Snape nodded distractedly as he eased down Lucius’s trousers. “I’ll tell him.”
As soon as Malfoy’s clothes dropped to the floor, Severus clasped his shaft, reveling in the steely satin of his sex. A few slow pumps drew a restless sigh from Lucius’s twitching mouth, and Severus almost leaned in for a lick. Wait. Wasn’t I supposed to do something? Yes. Peering over his shoulder, he motioned to the younger Malfoy. “Draco.”
Draco detached himself from her lips and looked up, his eyes drowsy with pleasure. “Yeah?”
“Sit on the couch and get her warmed up. Miss Granger, are you listening to me?”
She nodded and met his gaze. If her pupils were any larger, he would have suspected drugging.
“I want you to ride Draco’s cock. Face out so we can see you.”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered.
Draco took her hand and led her to the sofa. Once he was seated in the center, she turned her back to him and reverse straddled his lap so her feet rested just outside his. Holding his knees for support, she lowered herself onto his straining length, her bottom lip pinned beneath her teeth, her breathing sharp and erratic.
Severus gave Lucius a knowing look and then, slowly, leaned in for a kiss. Malfoy grunted softly as their tongues entwined, and with a hand to the hip, he locked their bodies together, rolling his pelvis in a subtle simulation of what was to come. Granger whimpered quietly, whether from the penetration or the view, Snape couldn’t be certain. Assuming it to be both, he gave her a hell of a show to get her going.
Not to be outdone, Lucius wedged a hand between them and released his zip. Snape’s hard-on made a break for it, and he sighed in relief when he felt the freedom of fresh air. Lucius shoved his clothes to the floor, and the heated steel of his distended dick stood alongside Snape’s, battling him in a sword fight of sensualism. 
Lucius started on Snape’s shirt, roughly pulling it open and baring his pale chest. There was a brief struggle with the buttons on his cuffs, but then his shirt was gone, relegated to the discard pile with the rest. Lucius’s hands roamed over his skin, taking what he liked most and, as always, luxuriating in the enchantment of touch. While Severus was fond of Lucius’s talents, he wanted to see what Granger could do with that red mouth of hers. Tapping Malfoy’s hip with a persuasive pat, Severus urged him to be the first to partake of her bounty.
When they turned to her, she was collapsed back on Draco’s chest, staring at them with slack-jawed wonder. It appears the presentation was a success. Draco was gently thrusting into her from below, his dick disappearing and reappearing with each lift of his hips. His long fingers were locked on her breast, teasing her nipples to little pink peaks. His expression suggested devout rapture, his mouth pressed to the side of her cheek as if seeking absolution from her flushed skin.
Lucius stepped up and beckoned her forward. “Did you want this, Miss Granger?”
Her gaze remained fixed on his cock, completely spellbound. It must have taken her muddled brain a moment to translate his words, because several silent seconds passed before she nodded and leaned forward, causing Draco to sink even deeper—which got a loud report from both of them.
With a mewl of reluctance, Draco gave up his claim on her breasts and, instead, sank his fingers into the soft skin of her hips. His eyes fell to her arse, and Severus wondered whether he was entranced by its decorative lines or if he was simply avoiding the sight of his father. Probably both.
Hermione grabbed Lucius’s waist to pull him closer, and when she looked up, her sultry stare singed them both. The breathy parting of her mouth held his attention; that glossy shine was perversely mesmerizing. Snape kicked away his clothes and stood behind Lucius, watching the proceedings from over his shoulder. Granger’s gorgeous garnet lips separated, and her pink tongue crept out, glittering with wet hunger. She reverently licked Lucius’s knob and then looked to him for praise. Or guidance. Or maybe she just had a thing for pretty blonds.
Lucius angled his cock in different directions so she could get it from all angles, and when the top half was shellacked in a thick coating of saliva, he lifted his length and pulled her forward to indulge in his balls.
She looked lovely with her face buried in his translucent thatch. Severus could almost imagine himself down there, his hooked nose bumping along Malfoy’s arcing shaft as he balanced the weight of one dense bollock on the flat of his tongue. He had probably licked every inch of that man over the past two decades, but the back of that sac was one of his favorite areas. So sensitive. So rich. So arse adjacent. Perhaps Miss Granger could use a helping hand as well. Following the path of Lucius’s spine with a feathery finger, Snape trailed past his tailbone until he was tracing the shadow of his crevice. Hissing loudly, Lucius ground himself into her face, seeking some friction, but before it was wiped away, Severus saw the telltale sparkle of pre-cum clinging to his crimson tip. 
With his free hand, Severus reached around and stroked her face. “Tell Lucius how much you love his bollocks.”
“Mmmmufffmomohworr.”
Lucius chuckled and eased her back. “What was that?”
“You smell so good, sir.”
Malfoy grinned and ran his thumb along the underside of her chin. “Open your mouth for me, princess. I want you to taste something.”
Severus hid his smile in Lucius’s neck. Princess? How long has he been calling her that? He nipped Malfoy’s shoulder, watching the devourment from the corner of his eye. It was a good name for her. And Lucius would love seducing his own little princess. How interesting. Without Legilimency Malfoy had identified one of her biggest turn-ons: a caring dominant. That was right up Lucius’s alley. But Lucius wasn't privy to the profusion of secret fantasies tucked away in her head. Severus was easily the kinkier of the two, and it would be his pleasure to lure her deep into her own sexual psyche and draw out her darkest desires. Lucius liked to dominate on his own terms; he did what turned him on. Severus preferred to explore limits, discovering what made his partner tick. He relished seeing another person slowly submit to the raw depths of their own depravity. It made him feel better about his own foibles and lessened the sense of vulnerability brought on by the intimacy of sex. Perhaps that wasn’t how most people approached seduction, but Severus had never been one for following the book. It worked for him.
Hermione's mouth glided up and down Lucius’s length so smoothly Snape could almost feel her lips on his own cock. Was she doing that swirly trick with her tongue that she'd unveiled the night before, teasing his frenulum with every backstroke? Was Lucius just as mindless as he’d been? Let's see. Severus’s finger slipped along the furrowed track of Malfoy’s bum, burrowing into the den between his thighs. Lucius spread his legs so Severus could reach his scrotum from behind, and Snape’s fingers found the wrinkled warmth of his bollocks. Sinking his teeth into the tendons lining Malfoy’s neck, Severus simultaneously tugged his sac and ground himself into the tense buttocks he knew better than his own.
Lucius growled and grabbed him by the hip, encouraging him to continue.
Severus had no intention of stopping. “Are you showing Lucius what that tongue of yours can do, Miss Granger?”
“Mm-hmm!”
Lucius shivered as her assurance buzzed his groin.
"Good girl,” Snape purred. “Spread your legs wide so Draco can touch your clit.”
Draco met his eye with an amused arch of his brow, and Severus gave him a crafty smile so he’d know he was included in their game.
Leaning forward, pressing his chest to her back, Draco slid his hand to her slit. His middle finger flitted between her lips, bumping over her clit and drawing a steady moan from her busy mouth.
The muscles in Lucius's neck tightened as her vocalizations rang through his body, and Snape nipped each popping cord, laving one ropy tendon from start to finish.
“Your turn,” Lucius grunted through clenched teeth. He abruptly pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop, obviously averting a quick finish.
Severus could relate; he’d spent half the previous night in a delirium of oral tightrope walking. He’d have to keep an eye on her this time. The girl had a knack for springing surprise tongue attacks when least expected.
He traded places with Lucius, and as predicted, Malfoy showed him no mercy, returning the groping and adding some moves of his own. Severus took a deep breath to fortify his resolve then placed his hands on either side of Granger’s face to forestall any ambush.
“Use your other hand to pinch her nipple,” he told Draco. “Make her crazy.”
Draco smiled and cupped her breast, his long fingers plying her nipple like a new Knut; he put his lips to the side of her throat and kissed her softly, whispering something between each peck. Hermione’s lashes drooped lower, and her hips began to circle, which made Draco’s eyes roll back so hard they fluttered in a seizure of pleasurable paroxysms. They looked like two sex junkies getting their fix.
Severus brushed his fingers along her cheek to guide her attention back to the task at hand. “Open wide.”
With one sluggish blink, she looked up at him and parted her red lips.
“Are you ready for this?”
She nodded, her body shuddering as Draco’s teeth grazed her jugular.
“Stick out your tongue and say ahhhh.”
A dopey smile crossed her lips, but she did just as he said.
Severus smirked and lightly tapped his knob against her glistening tongue. His cock twitched hard with each wet splat, but he managed to rein it in with a firm grip. Lucius was right behind him, growling in his ear as he crushed his spit-slick dick into the crack of his arse. One devilish hand circled around and found his nipple and tweaked it in time with the thrusting. Severus’s body loved the dual stimulation, but he needed to focus on her reaction.
“More?” he asked casually.
“Please may I suck your cock, sir?”
So she hadn’t forgotten the rules.
“I don’t know,” he said doubtfully, pretending he hadn’t decided. “Did you do a good job sucking Lucius?”
She nodded vigorously.
“And what about Draco? Are you riding him hard? Is he ready to come?”
Hermione appeared less sure about that. “I don’t know. Are you ready to come, Draco?”
Looking a bit unhinged, his respiration choppy with strain, Draco pulled his lips from her love-bitten neck. “I can last longer. Are you close?”
“If you rub my clit faster, I will be.”
The liquid squish of his fingering became an incessant sloshing of constant motion. Severus knew that tune. Diddler’s Delight, wasn’t it?
Snape stroked her chin to bring her eyes back to his. “Is your bottom nice and sore from yesterday?”
“Yes, sir,” she said with a bright blush.
“Is that making you wet?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Are you going to keep being my good girl the rest of the night?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Good girls don’t come until I tell them to.”
Her face tightened with worry. “I’m very close, sir.”
"Stop rubbing her clit, Draco. She's not allowed to come yet.”
“I want her to come while I’m inside her,” Draco argued.
“I know you do,” Severus said gently. “But I know you want to get both your hands on those tits too. There will be plenty of time to fulfill your desires. You can always fuck her again later.”
Draco sighed and cupped both breasts so her nipples slotted between his fingers. “I get to have her again after you two?”
Severus slid his hand from her cheek to Draco’s head, smoothing his hand over the boy’s soft hair. “I know she’d like that.”
Draco didn’t flinch, but he appeared confused by the touch.
“She wants your cum. Give her all you have.” Snape drew his thumb along the line of Draco's jaw. He looked so much like Lucius. And yet he didn't. There was enough of Narcissa there to smooth out the angularity. That softness kept him looking boyish despite his age, a gift that would serve him well in the coming years. Severus returned his hand to Hermione's cheek, hoping he hadn't overstepped any unspoken boundaries. He didn't know if Draco shared his father's libertine views on homosexuality or not. He’d find out later.
Holding Hermione still with one hand, Severus loosely grasped his cock and tapped the tip along her pouty lower lip. She opened up immediately, and he gave her a nod of praise. “Tell Draco the truth, Miss Granger. Do you want him to come inside you?”
She nodded and started bouncing up and down as if Draco were her favorite ride at the fair. “Yes, sir. Please come inside me, Draco. You know how much I want it.”
Draco’s jaw dropped as she picked up speed. “Fuck!”
Severus eased his aching glans between her lips, and her mouth tightened around him with each bounce, her tongue wiggling madly, seemingly without aim.
Draco’s fingers sank into her breasts, and he held on as she accelerated to a gallop. His smoky eyes drifted shut, and his lips began to move in a silent litany. Severus wondered what he was saying. A petition to Saint Pussy?
Draco’s body tensed, and Severus found himself enraptured by the image. The paternal resemblance was even more pronounced in the throes of passion. They shared that same lip-twitching start of a snarl that transformed their patrician features into something animalistic. But Lucius usually doubled down on the ferocity, using his climax as an outlet for his more feral inclinations. Draco, however, went in the opposite direction, wavering on the edge of a roar and then melting into the pleasure, the strain slowly draining from his body.
Severus met Hermione’s eye. She was staring at him, begging for his attention without a word. Gods, he wanted to come all over her. She was just waiting for someone to take the weight of responsibility off her shoulders. The more he told her what to do, the more she relaxed. “He’s coming. Don’t you dare stop until I say so.”
She nodded madly, taking his dick along for the ride.
Draco groaned softly as he finished, his jaw trembling with release.
When he went limp and sank back against the seat, Severus slowed her to a trot with gentle touch to the shoulder. “All right. That’s good. You can rest now.”
Her heavy huffing had his rod humming in her mouth like a tuning fork. Not willing to be overcome by something as benign as breathing, Severus pulled out and bent down to whisper in her ear. “Does my little girl like being full of cum?”
She nodded.
“You did such a good job. I think you need an appropriate reward.”
Lucius took the opportunity to slip a finger between his cheeks and knock at his backdoor. Snape ground his teeth together and growled a warning. Just for that, he was leaving Draco’s jizz right where it was. Lucius could have sloppy seconds—or thirds if she was still retaining the previous night’s bestowal.
“Stand up and bend over. Show Lucius your naughty bottom.”
The heat in her eyes flared. Liked that, did you? Well, there’s more where that came from, little girl.
Carefully, and with a lip-gnawing wince, she rose from Draco’s lap, and let his prick fall free, a creamy slurp of uncoupling highlighting their separation. How delightfully debauched. Severus spun her around so her back was to Lucius and then braced his bum on the arm of the couch and gestured for her to take her rightful place face down on his dick. Planting her hands on his thighs for balance, she folded over and kissed his cock hello, effectively presenting her arse to Lucius.
The corner of Malfoy’s haughty sneer hitched into a half-smile, and he gave her red backside a fond pat. “Is this for me?”
Severus replied since her mouth was otherwise engaged. “Tell me when you’re close so I can come in her mouth at the same time.”
The other side of Lucius's smile curled into a wicked grin. “Double her pleasure, double her fun?”
Severus nodded and stroked the back of her neck with one hand, smoothing the downy strands of hair that hadn’t made it into her twisty coiffure. “Ready, Miss Granger?”
Instead of answering, she sucked him into her sweltering mouth and arched her back so Lucius had an unobstructed view.
Lucius laughed and grabbed her arse. “Let’s see what we can do for this little pussy.”
Widening his stance so he was level with her sex, Lucius grasped his shaft and aligned himself with her opening. A cacophony of groans accompanied his penetration, both of them drowning out the other in a duet of shared euphoria. As soon as his dick was deep enough to guide itself, Malfoy grabbed her cheeks in both hands and made her bum jiggle as he sank to the hilt.
Her whimpering cry shot up Snape’s rod and resonated throughout his entire pelvis.
“That’s our girl,” Severus hissed, his rumble rougher than planned. “Make me come.”
Lucius plunged in, piercing her to the core, and she sucked Severus hard with her gasp of surprise. The meaty slap of skin on skin was amplified by the deafening squelch of her hungry sex. He’d never heard anything sweeter.
Severus rhythmically rubbed her neck as she took him to the back of her throat; he wanted her to know how pleased he was by her efforts. Appreciative did not begin to convey his feelings on the matter. Being attended to with such determination was a new experience.
She took one hand off his thigh to pump him in time with her fucking. The faster Lucius went, the faster her hand moved, gliding along his shaft with  purpose. Her manic tongue twisted and twirled around his head, licking away every drop of pre-cum that rose to the surface. She kept the licking constant, just as he’d instructed the night before. God bless a girl with a brain who could follow simple instructions.
Lucius drew out the torture for another fifteen minutes, changing up the tempo and teasing her with his touch. He could have gone longer, but Severus knew he was trying to time his orgasm to coincide with hers.
When he saw Lucius’s lip curl back in a bestial smile, he prepared himself for ejection.
“I’m almost there,” Lucius told him. “So’s she. Should we let her come now?”
Severus nodded. “Put your finger in her arse. As deep as you can. I’m interested to find out what kind of notes she can hit tonight.”
Malfoy snickered and slicked his middle finger in his mouth. When he pressed it to her anus, she shouted around Snape's cock and undulated in a dance of anticipation.
Severus shared an amused look with Lucius and tickled the side of her throat with the tips of his fingers. “It’s all right. Come for us, Miss Granger.”
A groaning moan flowed from her mouth, spilling around him like champagne bubbles; that would have been lovely on its own, but then she locked him in a death grip and wailed as Lucius skewered her arse in a slow corkscrew. When his finger reached its maximum depth, her cries dropped an octave, rolling through his balls like thunder. She was right on the edge. Lucius saw it too. With a nod, Malfoy reached around and grazed her clit, and she went off like an exploding firecracker. Her body jittered violently, as if she were caught in an electrical cross-stream of cock. Lucius growled and, abandoning any pretense of control, slammed into her, releasing himself into the maelstrom.
Severus remained absolutely still. Thrusting would be unnecessary. Her spastic convulsions had the involuntary side effect of upping her suction power to that of a supercharged Hoover. Severus grunted and twitched toward her mouth, spattering the back of her throat with the accuracy of a sharp shooter. He closed his eyes as she swallowed around him, her tongue sweeping over his knob, nursing each propulsive burst of cream that erupted from his balls. Holy shit! He was going to go blind. She was going to suck the sight right out of his eyes.
“Bloody hell!” Lucius grunted.
Severus couldn’t agree more.
All three of them slowed to a crawl, dying like a wind-up ménage à trois toy whose gears had run out of steam. Severus gently eased her back, and she mindlessly let him fall from her mouth. Strings of sloppy saliva kept them connected for a moment, but her heavy panting snapped them with one huff.
Lucius pulled out and squeezed his dick clean, wiping the remains on her arse and then rubbing it in. “That was perfect, princess. Come up here and let me see that pretty face of yours.”
Hermione rose shakily and Lucius wrapped her in his arms and pecked her forehead.
“How’s your pussy feel?”
“Leaky, sir.”
Lucius laughed and tipped up her chin. “Isn’t that how you like it?”
“Yes, sir.”
His lips met hers in a sweet kiss. “Do you need to rest?”
“Just for a bit.”
Lucius nodded as if he understood her plight, but rather than helping her to the sofa, he sealed his mouth to hers and snogged her until her body went as limp as a rubber chicken.
Severus seemed to be the only one not kissing her. He didn’t know how to feel about that. The desire was there, but he wanted to make sure she was going to stick around before he got all addicted to her lips. He’d wait and see what happened over the coming weeks.
Snape glanced over at Draco, who was right where they’d left him, slumped on the couch, his muscles slack with easy relaxation—except now the peaceful bliss of orgasm had been erased from his fine features by a sharp look of loathing for his father. Severus wanted to tell him not to worry. Lucius might be romantic and skilled in all matters of carnality, but Draco had the distinct advantage of being her friend. That was impossible to compete with.
Lucius finally broke the kiss, and instead of escorting her to the couch, he nudged her toward Severus.
Severus met Lucius’s eyes over her head as he pulled her in and held her to his chest. “You did well tonight, Miss Granger.”
Her arms encircled his waist in a warm hug.
Severus rubbed her back, not knowing what else to do. He couldn’t have her thinking he didn’t want her embrace. “Are you all right?”
“Yes, sir,” she muttered into his chest.
“Why don’t you sit down with Draco and rest.” He lowered his head and whispered in her ear, “He’s getting lonely. Make sure he knows how much you want him.”
She looked up at him with a grateful smile, tenderly reaching for his face. He caught her hand and brushed his lips over her fingertips. “Go on,” he whispered.
After a moment’s hesitation, she turned and crawled into Draco’s lap. Draco grinned and pulled her close, linking his arms around her and burying his face in her neck.
Lucius leaned into Severus and gave him a discerning look. “Are you delegating all affection to my son?”
Severus glanced at the cuddling couple. “It’s what she needs,” he whispered back. “It’s what we all need. There’s enough of her to go around.”
Lucius narrowed his eyes as Draco kissed her cheek, but he nodded, considering the possibility. “Perhaps.”
Counterpoint--Two or three melodic lines played at the same time.
"Make Her Say" by Kid Cudi (feat. Common and Kanye West). Released in 2009. Written by Scott Mescudi (Kid Cudi), Kanye West, Lonnie Lynn (Common), Stefani Germanotta (Lady Gaga), and Nadir Khayat (RedOne). "The song is perhaps best known for its sample of "Poker Face", as performed by Lady Gaga. The song received a nomination for Best Rap Performance by a Duo or Group at the 52nd Grammy Awards."--Wikipedia
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