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Aftercare	By : JBankai89 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Remus Views: 17017 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Part IV: Safeword

Harry lay in his bindings, a drying track of saliva on his cheek, and he was panting heavily. Blaise and Remus sat on either side of him, and Remus followed Blaise's lead, stroking Harry's hair, offering him gentle but domineering wet kisses, until at last Harry claimed that he felt ready to continue.

“Neither of us are small,” Blaise said conversationally as he strode over to the wall of toys, his finger trailing over the dildos in every shape and size one could think of, “and he's already a little stretched from his plug, but I think he could be a little more prepared...” his hand paused over an almost comically large, black dildo, its head thicker than Remus's closed fist, and he shivered a little at the prospect of anything that large going anywhere near his arse.

“Oh, I was going to prepare him and let you watch, but I just got a much better idea...” Blaise said as he picked up the toy and a jar of lubricant before he moved back over to Harry, and conjured a pair of ornately hewn chairs that faced the bed, very much like spectator seats at some sort of event.

“Harry, my pet,” Blaise said as he flicked his wand to free Harry of his restraints, to which the submissive let out an unhappy whimper, “I was going to do this myself, but I'm finding that I'm a little tired. Be good now, and give us a show.”

“Yes, sir,” Harry said in a sinfully low and sultry tone of voice as he accepted the toy and lubricant from his master, “it would be my pleasure.”

Blaise and Remus sat down in the chairs, and Remus felt his heartbeat triple in speed in an instant as Harry eased back, his legs dropped open, and he caught sight of his winking hole, obscured by the glinting end of the anal plug that was still nestled in his arse. Harry looked genuinely remorseful as he grabbed hold of the end of it and began to pull, tilting it up and down, left and right, until at last the metal implement slid out, and Remus gaped at the sheer size of the thing. It was easily three or four inches wide, and as large as a mango.

Harry spelled it clean, then set it aside as he picked up the lubricant. He dipped his fingers in the clear gel, and moved to slick up the toy, while never taking his eyes off the two men—his two masters.

Remus felt that in that moment, Harry very much looked like a wanton whore—in the best possible way. His hair was tousled, his chest was shining with sweat, Remus's acute sense of smell could note just how aroused the young man was, and he caught his bottom lip between his teeth as he grinned a little as he continued to looked over at the two dominants, and slowly moved the toy to his waiting arse.

He watched with something close to awe as Harry pressed the head of the gargantuan toy to his prepared hole, and sighed blissfully as it very slowly inched past the guardian muscles of his arse and slid inside. Harry's head dropped backward, his legs were splayed open in a filthy display of lurid sexuality, and he continued to work the enormous toy into himself without pause.

Remus could feel himself growing hard at beautiful the sight before him—Harry's skin was shining with sweat, and he looked less like the boy-wizard that he had known, and more like some sort of gilded God. His flesh glimmered like beaten gold, his chest heaved with each inch of fake cock that he shoved into himself, and he looked utterly lost in pleasure. With the presence of the cock ring, Harry was still incredibly hard, and his cock seemed to be almost purple now with his burning need for release. His voice escaped him in something between a garbled moan and a whimper—though Remus could not tell whether it was from pleasure or pain.

A sudden touch to Remus's thigh caused him to jump, and he looked down to see Blaise's hand very casually inching up towards his groin. His traitorous cock tented his trousers further at the sensation, and his keen werewolf hearing picked up on the former Slytherin letting out a soft, amused chuckle at his reaction. He chanced a glance up to the younger man's face, and the look resting there was a clear request to continue.

Remus nodded.

Blaise's smirk widened, and his hand slid the rest of the way up Remus's thigh to the zip, and he felt himself caught between the tiny voice in the back of his head, fervently protesting at the sheer wrongness of letting an ex-student touch him like this, and the electrifying thrill that seemed to be something of an undercurrent to the entire evening thus far.

Blaise, on the other hand, did not seem at all perturbed by the concept of touching not just an older man, but his former professor. He pulled down the zip and extracted Remus's already rock-hard cock without even a moment's hesitation, and Remus shuddered at the exquisite feeling of another person's hand touching him—it had been far too long since he'd felt something like this.

Not to be outdone, Remus swallowed the last remnants of his reservations and reached across to mirror Blaise's actions. At the same moment a lewd moan sounded from the bed in front of them, and they both turned to see that Harry had stilled his movements, and he was watching the pair of them with wide, lustful eyes.

“Ah, ah, ah, Harry,” Blaise intoned in a sing-song tone of voice, “did either of us tell you to stop?”

“N-no, sir,” Harry said nervously, while he panted heavily and watched Blaise's hand stroke up and down Remus's length, while Remus did the same to Blaise. The former Slytherin acted as though there was no hand on his cock as he spoke to Harry, who now looked very nervous, though Remus had no idea if the expression was feigned for the scene, or genuine.

“Then why have you stopped?” Blaise continued, while he kept up a leisurely pace on Remus's cock, and he bit the inside of his cheek to stifle a groan, while Harry let out a soft whimper at the same time.

“I-I'm sorry, sir,” Harry said quickly, “I just—you two looked so good together and I—”

“—you've seen me pleasure other people in front of you before, Harry,” Blaise interrupted, “why is Professor Lupin any different?”

“Because—b-because...” Harry flushed a deep scarlet as his gaze flicked to Remus, his expression pleading.

Remus's hand retracted from Blaise's cock, and he let out a grunt of annoyance, but offered up no verbal complaint as Remus rose from his seat and crossed over to the bed. Harry looked up at him with a confusing mixture of arousal and fear on his face, but Remus's keen senses could only smell heavy arousal coming off the submissive, and nothing else.

Remus reached down and took hold of the absurdly large toy embedded in Harry's arse, and slowly began to thrust it in and out of the young man, while he regarded Harry with a blank, almost detached expression, like he was an entomologist studying a fly.

“Harry, did you disobey your Masters' commands?” Remus asked softly, while he continued to move the toy, so absurdly slowly that Harry had begun to squirm, as though attempting to keep himself from demanding that the older man to go faster.

“Y-yes, sir...” Harry replied weakly in between soft moans as he rocked in time to the toy's thrusts.

“Did you enjoy watching us together?” Remus asked, and Harry whimpered as he nodded his head, his eyes clamping shut and his breath escaping him as a shuddering gasp.

Remus did not verbally respond to Harry, but slowly removed the toy, spelled it clean, and tossed it over to Blaise, who caught it easily.

“It seems Harry is more interested in watching us than seeking out his own pleasure or preparing himself properly,” Remus said mildly, to which Harry whimpered feebly, as though he had a guess as to where this was going. He arched a brow at Blaise, and the other man's mouth stretched into a lazy smirk.

“Quite right, Professor,” he said smoothly as he stood up to put away the toy, then joined Remus in standing over Harry. “Well, if Harry just wants to watch, then we can certainly oblige him...incarcerous.”

Blaise flicked his wand at Harry, and he yelped in surprise as his arms jerked behind his back and ropes encircled his wrists and ankles. Blaise stopped long enough to ensure that the bindings were not too tight, then moved back to Remus. Without further preamble, the pair climbed onto the bed to sit in front of Harry, Blaise grabbed the front of Remus's robes, and kissed him hard.

Remus realized at once that Harry's journal had been right.

The man was indeed a fantastic kisser.

Around Blaise's heady kiss, Remus could hear Harry whimpering, less like a person in pain, and more like a dog being denied a real treat. He could see him squirming and fidgeting, breathing heavily while he watched the pair, and Remus felt a strange sense of satisfaction at teasing Harry like this.

Though Remus and Blaise were doing little more than kissing and palming each other's exposed cocks, to Remus it felt more like a dance—a dance of dominance that his wolf positively revelled in. Blaise would reach up and press a hand to Remus's shoulder in an effort to pin him to the bedspread, and Remus would turn the move around on him. He sunk his teeth into the young man's bottom lip—never enough to break the skin, but certainly enough to hurt, and moved to press him down instead. Blaise would laugh into Remus's mouth, and he would try again.

Neither man seemed to grow impatient by the constant efforts to dominate the other, and interspersed with the attempts Remus and Blaise in turn both helped each other shed their clothing. Once the last article had fallen to join the growing pile on the floor, they both turned in perfect sync to face Harry.

Harry, in contrast to Remus feeling both relaxed and aroused, looked both deeply frustrated—and aroused. He was fidgeting near-constantly, his cock had gone well past red in his deep desire to get off, and his gaze was flitting between Remus and Blaise, his eyes pleading as he stared at them.

“Is there something you want, Harry?” Blaise asked sweetly, and he reached out as though to touch the submissive, but seemed to change his mind halfway through the action, and instead moved to rest his palm against Remus's thigh, and gave it a small squeeze. To Blaise's question, Harry nodded fervently. The dominant arched a brow, and Harry's face flushed a faint pink. Blaise repeated the question. “Is there something you want, Harry?”

“Y-yes, sir,” Harry said softly, and squirmed in his bindings again.

“What do you want?”

“You—both of you,” Harry said as he squirmed, his eyes wide with desperate need. Remus had a feeling that Harry's desperation had hit such a peak where he was not above anything anymore—if they asked him to self-fellate himself, he would probably do it without question.

To Harry's request, Blaise lifted his hand off Remus's thigh and reached for him again. Harry let out a contented sigh very close to a purr as Blaise ran his fingers through his hair. Blaise chuckled as he shifted away from Remus, and pulled the bound submissive carefully into his lap.

Harry leant back against Blaise's chest, his eyelids fluttering as the dominant continued to stroke his hair. Blaise's lips fell to the side of Harry's throat, and Remus felt his breath catch at the sheer beauty of Harry's golden skin being worshipped so completely by Blaise's lips and tongue.

Remus inched forward, a little uncertainly at first, and his mouth fell to cover Harry's in a deep kiss, and the bound young man trembled, as though he had no idea where to move his body so that he could lean in to both Remus and Blaise's touch at the same time. His lips trailed from Harry's flushed mouth to his jaw, and down to his throat, once more mirroring Blaise as he bit down and suckled on his pulse point, leaving a blushing love bite in its wake. Harry moaned feebly, and shuddered under the dual attentions of Blaise's soft, tender kisses, and Remus's more rough ones that he was now trailing from Harry's throat, along his collarbone, and down his chest.

“Please, please...” Harry whimpered, his breath escaping him as a shuddering gasp as he arched into the touch. Remus pressed his palm against Harry's heaving abdomen, and inched back up to lick the shell of Harry's ear, earning him another plaintive moan.

“Please what, Harry?” Remus purred, and he heard Blaise chuckle softly.

“Please, sirs, please fuck me...I—I need it...” Harry whimpered the words so sweetly, and Remus felt himself grow—if possible—even harder at the sound of it. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he felt part of his conscience chastising him for his arousal at Harry's begging, but he was well beyond caring at that point.

“And who are we to deny such a sweet plea?” Blaise asked rhetorically, and Remus heard him mutter an incantation as Harry's wrists and ankles sprang apart.

Blaise pushed Harry onto Remus more fully, and Harry immediately latched his arms around Remus's neck, almost childlike, while the other dominant moved to the head of the bed, and sat back against the headboard. He folded his arms behind his head, and smirked at the pair of his bedfellows.
“I'm feeling rather tired, Harry,” Blaise said smoothly, “come over here and ride me. Your werewolf is going to fuck you from behind.”

Both Harry and Remus groaned at the imagery that Blaise had painted for them, and Harry offered Remus one last kiss before he eagerly scrambled over to the other dominant.

Without a moment's hesitation, Harry straddled Blaise, and the dominant flicked his wand at Harry while he muttered under his breath, and Remus knew instinctively that it had to be a lubrication spell of some sort, given the way Harry shuddered as the spell hit him, and the way his arse cheeks tensed weakly at the sensation.

Remus watched Harry balance himself on his knees and sink down slowly onto Blaise's cock with a contented sigh, he began to wonder if Harry even could take them both at once.

Harry began to rock his hips, soft, sweet, little sounds of pleasure escaping his throat as he moved, while he arched his neck to look over his shoulder at Remus. His eyes were sparkling with longing, and his gaze dropped down to Remus's prominent erection, and he licked his lips lewdly.

Entranced by the simple act, Remus shifted forward and settled himself down between Blaise's legs and at Harry's back. His gaze was fixed on Harry's arse, and the thick cock therein. It seemed quite impossible that he would fit in next to Blaise, while both the young men appeared quite convinced that it would be no problem at all.

“You don't need to worry about Harry's arse,” Blaise said as though he'd read Remus's thoughts, his fingers one more buried in Harry's hair, stroking it while he gazed past the submissive and over to Remus. “Harry's arse is quite practised in taking more than one cock at once, I assure you.”

“Please, sir,” Harry said, his eyes wide and pleading, “I want to feel both my masters in me.”

“What sort of master would you be if you denied such a sweet plea?” Blaise asked while he arched a brow at Remus.

“You two are a terrible influence,” Remus muttered, and the remark was met with a matching pair of grins.

Remus inched forward, and both his hands fell to Harry's pert arse, still striped red and a faint tinge of purple from the earlier caning. He kneaded the globes of flesh gently, and Harry let out a soft moan as he moved continually, fucking himself on Blaise's cock, while he alternately pressed his arse into Remus's hands. The older man leant in and brushed his lips against the hollow of Harry's throat, over the mark he'd left there earlier.

“For a submissive, you're awfully pushy,” Remus remarked, and Harry laughed softly.

“For a dominant, you're awfully gentle,” Harry shot back, but something in his tone suggested that it was not a compliment.

Remus nipped at Harry's throat one final time, and he rested a hand on Harry's hip to still his movements. He froze immediately, while the older man flicked his wand at his index and middle fingers, coating them in a slick lubricant. He did not miss the amused look Harry and Blaise exchanged, but he chose to ignore it as he slid the two fingers in next to Blaise's cock, and smiled inwardly when he saw both young men tremble at the sensation.

Remus took his time preparing Harry's arse, determined that he not inadvertently injure the submissive, no matter how much he claimed that his arse could take—if he accidentally knotted inside Harry, it was very likely that he'd hurt him.

At long last, Remus removed his fingers and cast a quick cleansing charm on them before he lined himself up next to Blaise's cock, and bit back a laugh at the almost pornographic moan that issued from Harry's mouth even before he'd begun to penetrate him. He wrapped an arm around the front of Harry's chest, his fingers digging a little harder than was necessary into his shoulder as he bit and licked at Harry's throat while he began to slide his cock in next to Blaise's.

Below the pair, Blaise let out a grunt of his own. The intense pressure of the two large cocks encased in the small space was dizzying in its intensity, and Remus felt marginally amazed that neither of them spontaneously came at that exactly moment.

“Oh, oh God...” Harry moaned as he arched his back and pressed himself fast against Remus's chest while he bore down on the two cocks at the same time.

Remus inched inside of Harry, more slowly than was likely necessary, all three of them panting hard and slick with sweat. Harry whimpered as he tried to back up onto Remus's cock, but Blaise's hands shot up and gripped his hips, forcing him to keep still. Harry shuddered under the dual constriction of Remus's arm and Blaise's hands, and Remus felt his stomach turn over uneasily when he saw Harry's eyes snap shut, and a single tear streaked his cheek.

It seemed as though Harry could sense his sudden reluctance, as he squirmed in their arms, and gasped for breath as his arse clenched around Remus's cock.

“P-please, sir,” Harry murmured softly, “please...”

“We'll worry about your unique biology when the time...comes,” Blaise added, and Remus couldn't help but snort at the truly awful pun. “Don't worry, Professor,” he continued, his voice dropping to a more serious tone, “if Harry wanted us to stop, he would have said his word. Despite outward appearances, he really is fine.”

The reminder was not quite as reassuring to Remus as Blaise seemed to think that it was, but he did trust that Harry knew his own limits, and pressed forward, stopping only when he was hilted in Harry's arse next to the other dominant.

“Oh, Harry,” Remus purred, falling back into the mindset of a dominant partner, and bowed his head forward to nip at the hollow of his throat again, “you feel truly exquisite.”

“Th-thank you, sir,” Harry replied, his tone breathless as he trembled between the two dominants at his front and back. Despite the tears on his face, he seemed to be in a heightened state of euphoric ecstasy.

Remus met Blaise's eye over Harry's shoulder, and ever so slowly, all three men began to move.

It was awkward at first, they all trying to find their rhythm with one another, but slowly they fell into a synchronized dance, with Remus moving in time with Harry, who was being guided by Blaise's hands as he gyrated his hips in time with his two partners. It was more intense than Remus ever expected it to be, and almost dizzying in its intensity. Each movement from Blaise, and every time Harry's arse tensed over their cocks was like being struck by lightning, and Remus swore he could feel those jolts of pleasure in every part of his body.

As Remus felt himself getting close, his hand dropped to Blaise's calf, and he gave it a sharp squeeze of warning. Blaise understood and adjusted his angle, ensuring that he all but battered Harry's insides with his brutal thrusts, and Harry, far from crying out in pain, grunted his pleasure with each thrust. At the last possible moment Blase pulled himself from Harry's arse and painted the submissive's abdomen with thick ropes of semen. At the same moment, Remus let out a shuddering cry as he knotted Harry's arse, and pumped him full of his own seed.

Wobbling a little, Blaise sat up and helped the pair to lie down, while he sandwiched Harry on his other side.

“Oh, Harry, you did so well,” Blaise praised, and shifted closer to offer him a small kiss. Remus smiled tiredly as he watched the pair's light peck devolve into languid snogging, while the three of them waited for Remus's knot to deflate. As they waited, Remus also offered his silent praise to Harry for his part in their play, rubbing his arms and bestowing light kisses to his throat, earning him soft, contented sighs.

Twenty minutes passed, and Remus was finally able to pull out. Harry rolled onto his back, panting hard. The reason for his heavy breathing was as clear as day, but Remus, for the moment, felt quite content to ignore it.

“Harry, what's the matter?” Remus asked innocently, and rested a hand on the submissive's thigh. “You seem pretty out of breath...were we too hard on you?”

“You—you didn't let me cum,” Harry whimpered, and arched his hips a little as though attempting to make his throbbing erection more visible. “please let me cum?”

Blaise ran his hand over Harry's erection, while Remus cupped his swollen bollocks. Harry whimpered, but both dominants ignored him as they locked gazes.

“What do you think, Professor?” Blaise asked, “has our little sub behaved himself—does he deserve release?”

“He is a demanding little thing...” Remus remarked, and gave Harry's bollocks a firm squeeze, earning him a sharp gasp from the younger man, “...but I cannot say that I didn't enjoy myself. I'd say he's earned it.”

Blaise's mouth stretched into a smirk, and he plucked his wand off the side table and aimed it at the cock ring. Taking careful aim, Blaise tapped the ring of silver once, and the reaction was instantaneous.

With a sharp cry, Harry's body shuddered as he mixed his own semen with Blaise's upon his stomach, his back arched, and his head pressed back hard into the mattress. He fell to the bed, boneless, and lay there panting harshly, and stared off at the ceiling of the room with a dazed expression upon his face.

Blaise immediately sat up and retrieved Harry's glasses for him, and gently slid them onto his face.

“C'mon,” he said to Remus as he donned a dressing gown, and handed Remus and Harry matching ones. “Pick Harry up and follow me.”

Remus obeyed, and scooped Harry up bridal-style. He immediately linked his arms around Remus's neck, and pressed his head against the older man's clavicle.

“You were amazing, Remus,” Harry breathed, his voice barely above a whisper as they left the privacy of their suite, and crossed the hall to another room, this one holding a very large bath, much like the Hogwarts Prefect bath, though somewhat smaller and octagonal in shape.

“So were you,” Remus replied as he sat down at the bath's edge, and continued to hold Harry while Blaise went about filling the bath with water and sweet scented oils. “That was...intense. Amazing. I—I have no words for it.”

“Cathartic?” Harry prompted, and Remus nodded his head.

“That too,” he agreed, and his hold on Harry tensed a little. He smiled wearily up at the older man, just as Blaise circled back over to them.

Harry's agemate did not say a word, but shed his dressing gown and slid into the hot water, both Harry and Remus following suit, while Harry fumbled with the clasps on his collar, and laid it down on top of the thin garments.

After all the time he'd seen Harry in the thing, it was almost strange to see him go without it as he slid into the water next to Blaise, and Remus sandwiched the young man between them.

The comedown from the session, as he heard both Harry and Blaise refer to it as was just as blissful as the session itself. Aftercare, he remembered it being called thanks to his snooping, and indeed care was the word for it.

Kisses were exchanged, and the trio took turns washing each other before they all just lay back and relaxed, basking in the warmth of the water, the sweet scent of the lavender oil, and each other's company.

Harry's head had slumped to rest against Remus's shoulder, and he seemed to be caught somewhere between sleep and waking, utterly worn out from their earlier activities.

“I keep trying to talk him into playing our games full-time,” Blaise commented softly while he reached out to stroke Harry's hair, “you know—have him wear the collar all the time, write up a contract, all of that, but he's always refused. That surprised me, I have to say, because he always looked kind of regretful whenever he said it.”

“He lives part of the year with me and my son,” Remus replied as he took a turn stroking Harry's damp hair, “he's six, he wouldn't understand why his Uncle Harry is constantly wearing a collar, or calling someone Sir. I agree that sex and sexuality should not be shielded from children, but there is an invisible line that we do not cross. I believe Harry's refusals were because of him, and not wanting to do something that would possibly hurt my son in some way.”

“I understand,” Blaise said quickly, understanding dawning in his eyes as he said it, “no, that makes complete sense. If I had a child, I'd feel the same. Sexuality and Kink are two very different things, and to expose a young child to that...I understand.” He grimaced at the repeated phrasing while Remus smiled tiredly at the young man.

“Thank you.”

It took another hour for Harry to recover enough from their session before he felt ready to Apparate home. In that time, the triad removed themselves from the bath, dried off, and dressed themselves in their respective dressing gowns and they returned to the private room.

Blaise took Harry's robe from him, and bid him to lie back down on the bed, and Remus watched as the young man coaxed Harry onto his stomach, pulled a small tub of some sort of salve from the night table, and proceeded to massage it into the welts left by Remus earlier.

Remus lay on Harry's other side, and was content to offer him light kisses while he seemed to purr at Blaise's gentle attentions.

When it was time to leave, Remus was surprised at how reluctant he was to go.

Blaise seemed to feel the same; there was a look of reluctance in his eyes as he took his hands off of Harry, and despite Harry's proclamations earlier that week that Blaise was not one to settle, as it were, from where Remus stood it certainly seemed like the young man cared for Harry more than he was letting on.

“Thank you, Mr Zabini,” Remus began as he stepped towards the young man, “the evening was most...illuminating.” Before he could overthink the action, he closed the distance between them in a searing kiss, one that Remus was pleased to see, seemed to have momentarily stolen the dominant's breath. He pulled back ever so slightly, and whispered against his lips, “it is true that werewolves are unwilling to share their mates with others, but I would certainly not object to sharing Harry with you in the future.”

“Oh, really?” Blaise asked, an amused glint appearing in his eye, and Remus met the look with a small smile.

Remus did not answer him, but wrapped an arm around Harry's shoulders and lifted his opposite hand in a lazy wave, then turned and led their submissive out of the club. Harry leant against his side, a brilliant smile painted across his face as he allowed himself to be led out, and Remus did not let him go until they had returned to Grimmauld Place.

Andromeda did not seem overly surprised to find them returning arm in arm, and instead offered them a small nod of approval. They bid her goodnight and traipsed upstairs, careful to keep their footsteps soft, so at to not wake Teddy.

Harry slipped into his own room, and Remus felt his heart fall a little at the move. He wasn't quite sure if what he and Harry had would qualify as a relationship in the strictest sense of the word, but it certainly was...something. Remus's shoulders slumped a little, and he turned his back on Harry's bedroom door, only to be met with a surprise when Harry exited it again not a full minute after he had gone inside, a pair of wadded up pyjamas in his hand, and they nearly collided with one another.

“I'm sorry—” Harry began.

“I thought—” Remus said at the same time.

They both broke off with an awkward laugh, and Harry closed the distance between them. He got up on his toes to kiss Remus lightly, and Remus instinctively wrapped his arms around Harry's waist in an effort to draw it out.

“I was just putting my stuff away,” Harry explained softly, “I wanna go to sleep with you tonight...unless you'd rather I not?” Harry paused, his voice taking on a nervous tone. “I mean, do you not want Teddy to see us like that?”

“No, no, not at all, Harry,” Remus said quickly, and kissed him again. “It would be my honour to fall asleep with you. I thought you didn't want to...” he trailed off and shook his head. “It's been a long night, we'll discuss the particulars tomorrow, when we're both more or less conscious.”

Harry's uncertain look vanished as he relaxed, and arm in arm they headed to Remus's bedroom, where they both got changed, and slipped into the modestly sized bed. It would have normally been a tight squeeze, but Harry seemed quite keen to snuggle up as close to Remus as he could, and was asleep so quickly, it was almost as though he'd downed a large dose of a Sleeping Draught.

Remus lay awake a while longer, stroking Harry's hair idly while he watched him sleep.

The night had begun as something nerve-wracking—almost terrifying, and ended most unexpectedly. He'd never seen Harry so at peace before, and the memories of all that they had done, both together and with Blaise had been a revelation. He could see now why Harry loved it so much, and he, too, was very much looking forward to repeating the experience.

Is thoughts turned to Blaise, and the soft promise he had issued to the young man as they left.

It is true that werewolves are unwilling to share their mates with others, but I would certainly not object to sharing Harry with you in the future.

Remus smiled, and he propped his chin against the top of Harry's head as he fell asleep.

Life was about to get very interesting.
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