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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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No important plot here, just smut. With breathplay. May be triggering, you can skip it if you need to.

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Harry leaned back and kicked his feet up to rest on top of the table before him.

Blaise looked over from where he was hunched over his charms book, making a disgusted face at Harry's trainers. “Do you have to put those disgusting things on the table?” He asked.

Harry glared at him half-heartedly. “You've done it.” He shot back.

“I keep my shoes clean.” Blaise told him.

Harry snorted. “Oh, yeah? Prove it.” Harry challenged.

Blaise turned and, from the floor, lifted his feet and propped them in Harry's lap, shoes still on. And they were absolutely pristine. They even looked like Blaise polished them regularly.

“Ponce.” Harry muttered, dropping his feet to the floor.

Blaise smirked and folded his legs under himself once more. “If being clean is poncey, then I suppose that's true.” He said evenly. “You wouldn’t like me half as much if I were a slob.” He grinned at Harry. “After all, opposites attract.”

“Hey!” Harry snapped.

Blaise braced his forearms against Harry's lap and leaned in for a kiss. “Don’t worry, I don’t mind picking up after you, as long as it doesn’t happen all the time.” He said lightly.

Harry huffed. “You're lucky you're good-looking.”

“And good in bed.” Blaise added.

Harry smiled. “That, too.” He agreed.

Blaise finished his essay. “Done with all your work?” He asked.

“Everything that's due tomorrow, yes.” Harry said.

“You shouldn't leave anything for the last minute, but it’s your grades, I suppose.” Blaise said with a shrug. “Ready for me, gorgeous?”

Harry grinned. “I’ve only been waiting for an hour.” He said eagerly.

Blaise got up and grabbed his hand. “Come on. Let's do something fun, yeah?” He purred.

Harry got up and they went into the bedroom. “Gonna tie me up before choking me, or what?” He asked.

Blaise shook his head. “No. First-time breathplay takes a certain level of trust and needs to be done without anything else going on at the time. So I can be totally focused on you and your comfort. It can be tricky to split attention during breathplay, so I only do that once I and the other person are comfortable with the oxygen deprivation aspect. It can be a shock the first time, and I don’t want you overwhelmed. If I do that, you may never be willing to do this again.” He added.

Harry nodded. “Sensible, I guess.”

“I can be.” Blaise confirmed. “When warranted.”

Blaise began undressing and eyed Harry as he began doing the same. “Go slowly. Give me a good show.” He told the other teen.

Harry smiled and slowed his movements, peeling every item of clothing off slowly, raising the anticipation both were feeling.

Blaise was undressed before Harry, as a result, and sat on the bed as he watched Harry strip off the rest of his clothing.

Once Harry was done, Blaise patted the bed next to him and Harry sat down.

“Now, I’m going to cover your mouth and pinch your nose closed. That's the safest way to do this, so that’s what I always start with. You won’t be able to speak, so you can’t safeword if you need to. We'll need a non-verbal signifier. If you just need to breathe, need to, you can tap my arm or wrist and I will let you. Try to hold off as long as you can, though. If you need to safeword, if anything gets to be too much for you and we need to stop entirely, or go vanilla for the rest, put a hand on my shoulder. Okay?” Blaise checked.

“Shoulder, yeah, I can do that.” Harry said.

Blaise smiled. “I will be watching you, so I should be able to tell what you need and when you need it, but just in case, there should always be safeguards in place. If this goes a little too far and you get caught-up in sub-space and forget to tell me you need air, that’s okay, too. I will be watching you, and you need to keep your eyes open. If they close for more than a second, you’ve passed out from lack of air. Usually, that’s not a problem. I move my hand immediately and you start breathing normally, if a bit heavily at first, and you'll come to in a minute or so. If I don't notice—which has never happened before, and won't happen, but if it does—I know the spell to force your body to draw a breath and start breathing back up. It won't happen, but always be prepared, right?” He grinned.

Harry gulped. “This is starting to sound serious.” He said nervously.

Blaise ran his fingertips over Harry's cheek. “It is, but I know what I'm doing. You're safe with me. Just trust me. If you don’t like it, we won’t do it again, but I have a feeling you will.”

Harry nodded. “Alright.”

Blaise pushed him back against the pillows, gently. “Just lie back, and relax.” He whispered.

Harry lay back, watching Blaise. The Italian leaned forward for a kiss, teasing Harry's mouth open and letting their tongues dance together for long moments.

When he broke the kiss, Harry whined.

Blaise smiled. “There will be plenty more in the future, gorgeous, don’t worry.” He assured him. He moved down Harry's body and lifted the other teen's legs up to hook over his shoulders. “Ready?” He asked.

Harry grinned. “For a good tongue-fucking? Always.”

Blaise hummed in approval and dove in, sliding his tongue from taint to tailbone before circling it around Harry’s hole a few times.

Harry moaned, rocking his hips slightly, and Blaise chuckled before giving his arse a sharp pinch. “Stop moving!” He playfully ordered.

Harry stilled and huffed. “But you're hardly doing anything!” He said.

“If you keep moving, I'll stop entirely.” Blaise warned.

Harry shook his head. “No, don’t do that! I'll be good!” He said.

Blaise speared his tongue and began properly fucking Harry with it.

Harry moaned and writhed, trying to keep his hips still under threat of the tonguing being cut short.

Once he was good and wet, Blaise slid back up his body and cast a quick spell to loosen him and lubricate the passage. “Ready?” He checked.

Harry nodded eagerly.

Blaise slid in and gave them both a moment to adjust before he placed his hand on Harry's chest and drew it up, squeezing slightly at his neck, just a hint of pressure, before moving it up until his fingertips rested on Harry's bottom lip. “Deep breath.” He whispered.

Harry drew in a deep breath, and Blaise's hand slid over his mouth, thumb and index finger pinching his nose shut as his palm clamped over Harry's mouth, cutting off his air entirely.

Harry met Blaise's eyes, trust shining in them, with a small bit of trepidation.

Blaise had his eyes locked onto Harry's, a light in them Harry had never seen before, and a look of concentration on his face. “Good.” He breathed, pulling his hips back and thrusting back in, slowly and deeply. “Hold it. Just a little longer.” He said.

Harry felt his lungs begin to burn, and knew his eyes were reflecting his worry.

“Ten more seconds.” Blaise said. He counted down, and Harry wasn’t sure if he'd make it, but he felt an intense desire to please his dominant mate, and knew that the incubus was asserting itself.

Blaise got to one and raised his hand, smiling. “Very good, gorgeous. You did wonderfully.” He praised Harry.

Harry smiled and preened under the praise, panting.

“Ready to go again, or do you need a moment?” Blaise asked.

Harry licked his lips. “I think… Yeah, do it again.” He whispered.

Blaise immediately replaced his hand, without giving the time for a deep breath beforehand, and smiled. “Don’t worry, this one won't be as long. Just hold it for as long as you can.” He said, then began moving inside of Harry.

Harry tried to moan, but the sound was trapped in his throat, unable to escape past Blaise's hand. He tried to breathe, unsuccessfully, and his hand rose to tap Blaise's wrist, but paused before making contact.

Blaise's eyes flickered toward the hand, poised but not touching him yet, and smiled. “Five seconds. You can do it.” He assured Harry.

Harry could feel his cock rubbing against his prostate, relentlessly moving inside him, and his head spun dizzyingly for a moment just as Blaise lifted his hand. He took in a few deep, gulping breaths, searching Blaise's eyes.

Blaise was smiling proudly. “That was very good for a first time. That's all for today. But someday, maybe even soon, I'll bring you off that way. Lack of oxygen, surprisingly enough, can make an orgasm even more intense. I think you'll like it.”

Harry cried out as Blaise began pistoning into him, grabbing his cock in the hand he'd used to cut off Harry's air, and stroking him feverishly toward completion.

“You have no idea how beautiful you were just now. So open and trusting, and willing to put your very life in my hands…” Blaise leaned in and kissed Harry. “It's such a turn-on to have that kind of rapport with you. We just work out. We barely even need to try.” He said happily against Harry’s lips. “Come for me, gorgeous.” He added a twist as he got to the head of Harry's cock, and Harry came with a shout.

Blaise followed a few thrusts later and curled around him. “Cleaning charm.” He sleepily requested, and Harry cast one wandlessly. Blaise hummed. “That's really handy.” He murmured, pressing sleepy kisses to Harry's neck. “So wonderful for me. My good, gorgeous boy. I may be falling in love with you, Harry.” He confessed.

Harry smiled. “The feeling is mutual. I’m not there yet, but I'm getting very close.” He returned.

Blaise hummed happily. “We should sleep. Be the little spoon. I need to cuddle you right now.” He admitted.

Harry chuckled and took up the requested position.
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