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She was drifting on a sea of emotion, anchored only by the solid press of a warm, moist mouth against her own and the large hand curled around the nape of her neck, pulling her firmly upright, off her knees. When the kiss broke she was pressed body to body against Severus, her upper body draped across his, with her head supported by one of his elegant, sturdy hands.

Severus stared at her lovingly, his eyes glossy and alive, shining with contentment. Luna smiled up at him demurely, the palm of one hand smoothing the black silk of his nightshirt against his chest.

“I see you’ve made a decision, then,” Severus said quietly to her, his voice deep and rough with the vestiges of sleep, as his opposite hand gripped her hip through the gossamer gown.

Luna’s eyes fluttered sultrily and she let out a breathy moan before nodding slowly, as though hypnotized.

“Very well, then,” Severus said, before he tugged her slim form fully onto the mattress, placing her on her back between he and Harry, who promptly rolled atop the blonde.

With an almost feral growl Harry insinuated himself between Luna’s legs, her gown hitching up effortlessly around her upper thighs. Harry shoved a hand between his body and hers, happy to discover that she had come without any knickers. He licked his lips when his fingertips made contact with the soft, groomed, downy pubic hair that was already becoming slick in her arousal. Harry closed his eyes in a silent benediction, thanking whatever deity found him worthy of such a prize—twice. He had let her go and she was now once more his own, his to own, his to pleasure and protect. His to bend or break, to shore up and tear down—to take apart piece by piece until he could put her back together in the dark.

Luna arched into Harry’s hand wantonly, her head thrown to the side, a cascade of long, blonde hair strewn against the sheets beneath her, her top lip beginning to sport a fine sheen of perspiration in her lust.

Severus watched with curious fascination as Harry became more and more aroused. The potions master’s eyes wandered over the two as they writhed against each other, as Harry’s muscles rippled with anticipation, as his hands mapped every patch of skin, every curve of the woman undulating beneath him, as though in a trance.

It was surreal. It was also odd watching from the outside, playing voyeur in his own bed. It was not unsettling, so much as just… a tad bizarre, but then again, his and Harry’s lives trended towards bizarre.

Severus could see himself in Luna, his mind morphing her body into his own as he acknowledged just how much like Luna he likely behaved when Harry wanted to take his fill. Not that he was ever conscious of it before now, for when making love Harry held him in a lust-riddled haze with which no chemical substance could compete. If he were not a wizard, if he did not already know that magic existed, Severus would certainly pronounce Harry a sorcerer, given the way he could charm and enchant those in his bed. Much as he was doing to Luna now, using only his body, for not a word had been uttered between the two since Luna’s arrival.

The older wizard resisted the sting of jealous bile bubbling in the pit of his stomach as Harry bent to plunder Luna’s throat, the skin there turning an angry pink in his wake. That tongue, it could be subtle and soft, or spear-like in its quest for compliance. He knew it all too well.

Severus couldn’t resist reaching out a hand to trace along the rise of Harry’s buttocks, as his spouse kneeled up to look down at the blonde, who stared up at him with glassy, blue eyes and swollen lips.

Severus forgot to breathe when Luna let out a kittenish mewl as Harry tore the robe from her body in one fell rip, her chest arching up off the bed as Harry’s mouth locked over a taut, strawberry colored nipple. Her eyes closed in the most scrumptious representation of bliss that Severus could ever recall seeing. Never in his imagination had he expected Luna—playful, aloof, eccentric—to be this sultry, this erotic, this… reactive in bed. She was a different woman altogether in this moment. Her lips were parted, her legs splayed open invitingly, her lips slack with need, simply waiting, begging with every hitch of breath and gasp to be claimed, subdued, possessed. The sounds emerging from her already sounded orgasmic.

In the throes of their foreplay, Harry had managed to banish his cotton pajama bottoms, leaving him fully nude. Severus felt his own tongue dart out to moisten his dry lips upon seeing his husband in all his tanned glory, mounted above Luna like some conqueror preparing to bed his prize. That gorgeous, thick, lightly veined cock, just as tanned as the rest of him, jutting out proudly from a bed of soft, dark pubic hair, which Severus knew to carry the heaviest concentration of his husband’s pheromone when he was aroused.

Severus was lost in a trance of his own as he sat riveted to the scenario playing out in front of him. Unable, unwilling to tear his eyes away from his husband’s erection, which was spearing back and forth between the glistening, wet folds of Luna’s labia. Harry had yet to enter the witch, but was instead using his cock to masturbate her to completion. Severus could see the lubrication of both their arousals every time Harry’s pelvis pulled away, only to thrust forward once more; Luna’s moans growing higher pitched with each thrust.

It was like watching porn, but…not. This was sexy and romantic, not tawdry and perverse like the images one normally conjures when thinking of erotic films. The bed began to bounce and squeak as Harry’s thrusting became more and more rapid, the tip of his cock stimulating Luna’s clitoris, bringing the blonde ever closer to her break point, while his hands cupped either side of her narrow face. Severus continued to watch as Luna’s eyes closed tightly and her face scrunched up as though in pain, before her features went slack and her mouth opened in a silent scream as her body went as rigid as the dead. His heart could have beat a thousand times in the half minute that Luna’s body, feet planted firmly against the mattress as her lower back arched upward defying anatomical structure, before gravity and an orgasm brought her body slamming back down forcefully onto the bed in a shockingly beautiful, quaking display.

Harry, breathing heavily, beads of sweat sliding from the small of his back into the crevice of his ass, watched as his new lover, his new sub broke like a baby bird dropped from its nest. Her limbs rested limply as she looked up at him in wonderment, a silly little smile gracing those beautiful, peach-colored lips which he could not resist taking once more in a series of open-mouthed kisses. He left her lips after several minutes and kissed a wet path down the length of her sweat-slicked torso, before burying his face in the shallow pool of her orgasmic release, which was soaking into the bed linen. Inhaling deeply, he caught the sweet, tart scent of his new sub, cataloguing it and savoring its uniqueness.

Severus swallowed at the sight. It was….so pure. So… passionate. So…Harry. He had never witnessed his own claiming, colored as it was by the needs of breeding and prevented by his own participation. Luna had not needed to repeat the initial breeding as Harry’s dominance was already established through his bond with Severus. Still, Severus counted himself lucky. He had been there…he had been first.

He had not been with a woman since he was twenty-six years old, and even then it had been under duress for them both. The female Auror, raped and killed by Death Eaters, was never far from his mind, even now, decades later. She had been beautiful, what of her that had not been bloodied and marred by the sadistic whims of his “comrades”. He had done the cowardly thing then, he had participated in her defilement, grunting his release on top of her for the benefit of the masked faces surrounding him. Yet, in the end, he had also done the merciful thing. He had coated his member in a pain relieving salve disguised as a personal lubricant and anti-infective, and tainted his lips with a trace of poison. By the time the Avada Kedavra was aimed at her, she was blissfully unaware and comatose from the poison. It was a selfish mercy, he knew, but a mercy all the same. He had not been with a woman since, because he always feared the Auror’s face would appear in place of the actual woman in his bed.

But watching the candlelight flicker across the peach and cream complexioned skin of Luna’s chest and abdomen, illuminating the glistening moisture clinging to her thighs and shimmering on Harry’s chin, he could almost remember what it had felt like to make love to a woman. He had slept with several in his youth and he couldn’t recall any of them complaining afterward. It was true that he preferred men, but women…women were indeed a mystery, with their petal softness, melodic laughter, and sweet scents.

Severus focused on Luna’s face as she opened her eyes, as though waking from a dream. Her face had contorted and twisted with such anguish prior to her release, and Severus found himself wanting to see the sight over and over again. He wanted to see her nose and forehead scrunch up as she teetered on the edge of sanity, and watch as the skin of her jaw and brow smoothed as ecstasy claimed her.

Her blue eyes locked with his and for a moment he forgot. He forgot the protocol, forgot his place. Unconsciously he reached forward and brushed his knuckles along the apple of her cheek, allowing his hand to follow the contour of her cheekbone, down her neck and across her collarbone. She mewled, again. He could feel the thumping of her heart, beating wildly in time with his own as his hand neared a strawberry peak, ready to tweak it to his satisfaction, to see if it pebbled and deepened in color for him as well. Time stopped ticking as his hand hovered above a creamy breast, Luna’s chest heaving in anticipation, seemingly struggling against invisible bonds to arch up and meet his fingers.

Then, his brain began to function once more. And he pulled back, tucking his hand into his lap, before turning away quickly, preparing to rise from the bed. As he shifted to do so, Harry’s voice broke the long silence.

“You will stay.”

Harry’s voice washed over him, warmly, like the sun, banishing his trembling before it could begin. Severus turned to look at Harry, those green eyes he so loved, ringed in amber like a circle of fire. The Amoral was in charge. The Amoral, Harry, was always in charge.

Severus opened his mouth to say something, what he did not know. Nor did it matter, as the moment he did so Harry leaned over Luna’s slim thigh, grabbed him painfully by the back of the head and pulled him forward into a hungry kiss.

Luna lay watching the men above her share a passionate kiss, thinking not for the first time just how sexy the two of them were together. They simply belonged together. She watched as their lips melded against one another, their bodies instinctively inching closer with each caress of their tongues. When Harry pulled away she saw the watery remnants of blood coloring Severus’ bottom lip and wanted nothing more than to sit up, flick her tongue out and sample it.

Harry stroked a hand down Severus’ shoulder, relishing the feel of silk between his hand and his lover’s equally silky skin.

“Give me your hand,” Harry commanded softly.

When Severus complied, handing his right arm—his Marked arm— to Harry, his husband pulled it down between his and Luna’s bodies, pressing his hand into a satiny, slippery, smooth orifice that felt like decadence itself.

“She always gets so wet,” Harry breathed into his ear, his breath hot and scented with Luna.

Harry held his wrist firmly, pulling Severus’ his hand back, the air already beginning to cool and dry the fluid.

“Taste,” Harry said in an almost hiss, licking his own lips, as he held Severus’ hand upright.

One look at those amber-ringed eyes, jittery with power and arousal, was all Severus needed to comply. He lowered his face to his outstretched fingers, his nose tickling as the first scent of Luna’s essence hit his sense of smell. With one shy glance at Luna, who was still staring up at them as though watching a movie while half asleep, Severus opened his mouth and slipped his first two fingers onto his tongue, wasting no time curling his tongue around them, mentally indexing the notes of lemon and sugar, tinged with juniper perhaps, that made up Luna’s taste.

That was just the beginning.