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42—Descant
“I want a man with a slow hand.”—The Pointer Sisters
(Draco) 
Draco smiled against her lips as Hermione wiggled her slick cunt along his cock. They’d been passing her around the hot tub for the past half hour, taking turns to see who could make her moan the loudest, and their friendly competition had propelled her into a state of sexual frenzy, her eyes wild and her hips ceaseless in their searching circles. To keep her hair from getting drenched, Snape had pinned it up for her, which was probably why she had a good half dozen love bites scattered around her neck and shoulders like bruised petals.
She kept begging them to take her to the other room to test out her new toys, and Draco could understand her impatience, because if he was completely honest, Hermione’s playroom turned him on like nothing he'd ever seen before. And it explained why Snape had been so inquisitive lately, pressing him for any fantasies he’d yet to confess; that tricky bastard had been stocking the room with an assortment of perversions. In hindsight, Draco wished he’d been a bit more forthcoming, but his unspoken desires must have been detected by their resident Legilimens. There was too much synchronicity involved in the toy selection to dismiss as happenstance.
“My turn,” Lucius announced. “Come over here where I can see you, princess. I need another hit of that pussy.”
Hermione smiled and kissed Draco’s cheek. “Hold my place.”
Draco nodded and shifted her across the tub into Lucius’s lap. He could do with a bit of break. His was starting to get a raging dickache.
When Hermione departed, Severus slid over and inclined his head toward Draco’s ear, his voice low and rumbly like velvet thunder, “I didn’t tell Lucius about your . . . predilections. I played them off as Hermione’s.”
Draco kept his eyes on Hermione, watching as Lucius arranged her on the edge of the tub and opened her legs, baring her drenched pussy to the room. Her inner lips glistened—but not with water—and when Lucius pinned back her labia with his fingers, Draco could see the swollen knot of her clit popping out from beneath its protective hood. She was ready to come. Pressing his face to her mound, the old man proceeded to eat her as if he were dining at a five-star restaurant, humming with pleasure as he indulged in his favorite dish. Draco could do with a bite himself, but he'd wait till later. He didn’t often get to see her from such a delicious angle, and he was enjoying the view.
"Your desires are nothing to be ashamed of,” Severus continued quietly. “I know for a fact that Hermione wants to give you everything you’ve been dreaming about.”
Draco turned and looked at him, worried his mental wards had been breached—but more worried that Snape was having him on. “Are you serious?”
Severus nodded, his hair falling in front his mouth like a privacy curtain, making his words a secret between them. “I know you don’t like to advertise your more . . . submissive tendencies when your father is around, but you can stop trying to hide them from me. I already know. And Hermione knows most of them, but she hasn’t guessed everything. You should be honest with her. She won’t turn you away.”
He appreciated what Severus was trying to say, but it wasn’t as easy as he made it sound. “Are you completely honest with her?”
Severus held his silence for several seconds before finally replying, “No. I take your point, but things are different between us.”
“How?”
“I wasn’t friends with her before we were lovers. I’m still . . . adjusting to her not being my student.”
“Pppffft,” Draco scoffed. That was dragon shite. “You’re scared just like me.”
“I am not scared,” he said in a dark tone. “I’m tactful.”
Draco couldn’t repress his smirk. He’d have to remember that one. “I’ll jump on the honesty bandwagon just as soon as you do.”
A sudden gust of consideration blew all the tension from Snape’s face, leaving him looking thoughtful rather than harsh. “Perhaps you’re right.”
Snape’s hand alighted on his knee, and Draco whipped around, his eyes wide with shock. “What are you doing?” he whispered, glancing at Lucius to make sure he was still immersed in her pussy.
“Being honest. Is it making you uncomfortable?”
No, it was making his dick throb. “What if father sees? You know how jealous he is.” The last thing Draco needed was a hot tub hexing war.
“I’ll deal with Lucius. This is between us. What you want. What I want to give you. I know you’ve been with wizards before, but I think I can provide something different.”
Draco’s gaze flickered in the direction of Snape’s crotch then darted away. “I don’t think I’m ready for a provision of that magnitude.”
Severus breathed out a chuckle and reassuringly stroked Draco’s thigh with the broad pad of his thumb. “That’s not what you need right now. At least not from me.”
“What do you think I need from you?”
Severus met his eye with a look so perceptively shrewd that Draco had to turn away to keep from blushing. Fucking hell, that man was intense. Snape’s hand climbed his leg, steadily ascending, leaving no question as to its ultimate destination; and Draco, despite his racing heart, had absolutely no intention of throwing him off course. Not even when that hand snaked over his sac and encircled his prick, causing Draco’s pulse to accelerate past a thousand beats per minute. Holy hell. This wasn’t at all what he’d been expecting when he got in the tub.
Severus leaned closer and put his lips against Draco’s ear. “I think you need a hand to guide you, someone who won’t judge.” He gently kissed his temple, and Draco’s jaw dropped, partly in surprise but mostly in pleasure.
Snape’s fingers rippled along his length, and a warm puff of air steamed his cheek as Severus dragged his mouth down Draco’s face. When he reached his lips, he gave Draco every opportunity to pull away or stop him, but denial was the last thing on Draco’s mind.
Snape’s tongue slipped inside, and the warmth of his mouth closed over Draco’s. Hell’s Hinkypunks! He was kissing Snape. And Snape was good at it. Really good. Too good. Good enough to make Draco’s erection struggle in the man’s practiced grip.
“Oh my God,” Hermione moaned.
Draco’s eyes slid to the side. Bollocks! Having a go with Snape was startling enough, but having Granger witness their first kiss was positively nerve-wracking. He hoped she wasn’t offended. He’d been too caught up in the moment to think about the repercussions.
“Please don’t stop,” she whispered, apparently not so much offended as horny.
Lucius thought she was talking to him and went deeper, giving her pussy the full spectrum of his oral repertoire. Her back arched with a fitful jerk, and she yanked Lucius’s hair to hold him in place while she focused on Draco and Snape.
Severus pumped him a little faster, and Draco lost it, falling prey to the older man’s masturbation mastery. A groan leapt from his throat, but Snape plunged his tongue into Draco’s mouth to muffle the outburst.
Draco’s balls pulled taut, and he spilled his load in the swirling water as Snape squeezed him through each propulsive ejection, his hand expertly milking every last drop from his shuddering body.
Hermione shouted as she came, the sharp sound bouncing against the bathroom tiles like an orgasmic ping pong ball. Snape pulled back, and they both watched as she grabbed hold of the ledge and bucked into Lucius’s face as if she were trying to give him whiplash. 
Severus waited patiently for her to recover, and when her eyes fluttered open, he kissed Draco’s cheek again—soothing him while giving her the eye candy she craved.
“Are you all right?” Severus whispered.
“Yeah.”
“Do you want more in the future?”
Unsure if he’d heard right, Draco glanced at him. "Yeah?"
The corners of Snape’s mouth twitched. “Good.”
Severus released his cock and shook the water off his arm before stretching it out on the tub behind Draco’s shoulders. His fingers carded through Draco’s hair, and he rubbed his head with the same calming rhythm he used each night to put Draco to sleep. Closing his eyes, Draco sank into the peacefulness of the moment, amazed that Severus was capable of such tenderness.
Maybe he did need what Snape had to give.
“Let’s get out of here, princess,” Lucius muttered, his words muted by her thigh. “I’m turning into a prune, and I’ve been waiting all day to see you swinging from the ceiling.”
Hermione’s laugh was lazy with languid relaxation. “You’re not going to do anything scary, are you?”
“Hardly . . . but I think you’re going to be extraordinarily sleepy when we go to bed tonight.”
Hermione smiled and leaned down to kiss the top of his head. “Get me ready for bed then.”
Descant—a melody or counterpoint accompanying a simple musical theme and usually written above it.
“Slow Hand” by the Pointer Sisters.
Written by Michael Clark and John Bettis. Released in 1981. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=pnVOt2LK2Gg
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