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An Unlikely Desire	By : KJmom827 Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 75098 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Beautiful. Ravishing. Bewitching. Exquisite. Delightful. Marvelous. Stunning. Breathtaking. Awe-inspiring. Heart-stopping.

So many words, so many ways to describe the scene before me, the bodies. None of them quite capture the utter beauty of it. The soft candle light that flickers over contrasting golden and white skin, black and blonde hair, luminous green and glittering silver eyes.

My son is leaning against the side of the tub as his handsome lover kneads sudsy hands over his pectoral muscles. I see each twitch of his body as those hands slowly tease perky, hard nipples. Every breath falls heavily out of his open mouth accompanied by a tiny pleading moan.

Harry’s hands move lower, first skimming, then digging into the nicely toned ridges of my son’s stomach. Draco arches, ever so slightly, and I hold my breath - as anxious for Harry’s hands to move lower as Draco is - he doesn’t though.

Harry leans into Draco’s body and whispers huskily into his ear, “Turn over, baby. Lay over the side, I need to clean all of you.”

Draco shudders in anticipation, as do I. As Harry pulls back to allow him room, and Draco quickly arranges himself over the side of the tub. His arse is high in the air as the top part of his body rests over the extra-wide lip. His body rises and falls with each jagged breath as Harry’s soapy hands begin to massage his back. I’m transfixed by the play of muscle under skin, I’ve always had a fascination with a strong male back, and neither my son or his lover are lacking.

Harry spends ample time worshipping the pale skin of Draco’s back before finally, mercifully, venturing lower. He pushes and pulls at the perfectly rounds globes of Draco’s arse. He spreads them slowly and blows gently over Draco’s entrance, which contracts at the cool sensation against his heated skin.

“Please,” A whimpering plea pulled forcefully, but expertly, from my son. Harry seems to know him so well and I’m left wondering exactly how long they’ve been lovers.

“Please what, Draco? What do you want, love?” Draco gasps loudly at the last word and pushes his arse wantonly into Harry.

“Touch me, Harry,” His mouth opens and closes several times, as if he wants to say more, but Harry’s soapy finger is pushing gently at his pucker cutting of any chance for coherent speech.

Harry chuckles slightly as he pushes farther into Draco’s body, “Such a little slut, Draco. So needy, so fucking desperate,” As he says the last word, he buries his finger to the third knuckle and Draco groans deeply.

“Yes,” I barely hear the word, but the way he says it - as if Harry is the only thing he’s ever wanted - has me clutching myself through my robes. I must have made some kind of noise, because Harry’s head whips around and he focuses on me. A sly grin spreads over his face when he realizes that I’m enjoying myself. Draco still isn’t aware of my presence, and Harry leans over his body to whisper in his ear again, just loud enough for me to hear as well.

“Draco, love? Don’t move, but did you know we have an audience?” I see my son’s body tense slightly as he grinds out a ‘no’ through clenched teeth. He’s straining to follow Harry’s orders and not turn to look at me. I’m proud and intrigued when he manages to succeed.

“Look at him, Lucius. Isn’t he magnificent? So fucking sexy. His greedy little arse is sucking my finger in,” Draco seems to respond to Harry’s words and the feel of being put on display. Harry pulls his finger out slowly and spreads Draco’s delicious cheeks as wide as they will go.

“Shit,” At the loss of Harry’s finger and the way Harry spreads him open, Draco thrusts into the side of the tub.

“Shhh, Draco, your Father wants to see that tight little hole, let me show him. Be still, baby,” Draco stills, all except for his harsh, violent panting.

When Draco has calmed as much as possible, Harry spreads and lifts his arse again. Draco’s hips are forced so far up that his cock becomes trapped down the side of the tub rather than under his body. It’s bent at an odd angle and I hear him hiss in discomfort, but he doesn’t soften.

His cock is an angry red and leaking copiously. His body is shaking with his efforts not to move, to obey the mild command Harry issued. He is raised up and being presented to me and it has be the most arousing situation in which I’ve ever found myself.

“Touch him, Lucius. He wants you to, don’t you, baby? Want your daddy to rub your little hole?” Draco moans and nods furiously.

I step up and reach over the side of the tub. Harry holds Draco in position, but leans back to give me room. The second my hand connects with his skin, all three of us release sighs and moans of relief. I brush my fingers slowly up and down his crack, let them play teasingly over his sphincter and watch it pulse hungrily.

“Yeah, that’s it, Lucius. Why don’t you strip off and get in? You can help me open him up,” Draco starts to shake even more fiercely and Harry lets him relax.

As I’m getting undressed, Harry is using a wash cloth to thoroughly clean Draco’s arse and genitals. He moans with every swipe of the rough material over his sensitive skin. As I step into the tub, Harry wrings the cloth over Draco’s backside, washing the suds away.

Once I’m immersed in the warm, bubbly water, Harry exposes Draco’s arsehole once more and invites me to taste him. I’d like to say that I’m controlled enough to take my time, but Harry has pushed both of us to the point of a veritable frenzy.

I dive into his arse and take only a moment to inhale him properly before thrusting my tongue inside. Draco pushes back against me and takes my straining muscle as deeply as he possibly can. I work my tongue in and out of him, opening him as much and as quickly as I can.

I don’t spare much of a thought for Harry until I feel his face pressing against mine. I move enough so that he can get his tongue in on the action as well. Soon our tongues are dueling heatedly inside Draco’s body and the boy is practically screaming his joy. He starts to writhe helplessly but hopefully into the side of the tub, but Harry and I stop him with one of our hands on each of his hips.

Without a word, we continue our teasing treatment of his pucker. I think I enjoy Harry’s mouth as much as Draco’s arse. I’m finding it difficult to decide which to focus on when Harry pulls back and brings me with him. He continues to kiss me with enthusiasm as his fingers start to breach my son’s spit slickened body.

I groan and pull Harry back against my chest, sitting him directly on top of my erection. I nestle it between his cheeks, and slide my hand down his arm so my fingers can join his. It doesn’t take long for each of us, with the help of a little more soap, to work two fingers into Draco’s trembling body.

We are a writhing mass of pleasure. My cock slipping in and out of the tight channel I’ve created in Harry’s crevice, my hand moving sensually up and down his prick under the water, our joined fingers sliding in and out of Draco’s stretched hole, it’s too much or maybe not enough.

“Please, please, Harry, fuck me, please, fuck me,” Draco breaks the silence in which we’ve shrouded ourselves. Harry grins at the breathless, aching quality of his plea. He raises himself up, but stops me when I move to release his throbbing organ. As he stands behind Draco and opens his cheeks again, I realize what Harry wants and it causes me to grunt in appreciation.

I line the prick in my hand up with my son’s quivering entrance and slowly, slowly, slide Harry in, an inch at a time. Draco’s pleads for ‘more,’ ‘deeper,’ and ‘now,’ fall on deaf ears as I torture him with only a fraction of what he needs.

I feel Harry start to quake in my arms, “Lucius, please,” That’s all it takes. I let go of his hard prick and grab onto his hips. I press myself against his arse and use my body to press him quickly into Draco’s. Draco howls and starts trying to move Harry in and out of him, but again, Harry stills him with a hand to his lower back.

Harry pushes me slowly away from him and begins to turn their bodies. He turns them until my cock hits Draco’s face, slapping him gently on the cheek. Automatically, he opens and tries to take me in, making famished little sounds.

“Yeah, there you go, love. Suck your Daddy’s cock, suck it deep while I fuck you,” Draco takes me all the way in one swift movement. Suddenly I can’t fathom how I ended up here, in a bathtub -with both of these boys - watching my son get thoroughly ravished while he slobbers and moans over my erection. I don’t want to change it though.

I wind my hand in Draco’s hair and take my cues from Harry, who - oddly enough - has been in control of this entire encounter. As he pulls out, I push in. When he pushes in, I pull out. We’re fucking Draco with a sawing motion and based on his reaction, he’s loving every second of it.

I never knew there was such a range of sounds one could make during sex, but Draco is teaching them all to me now. I feel each one around the head of my length as it slips past his tonsils and it makes my knees weak. I’m so very close, just from that, then I look up and meet Harry’s eyes. I see pure bliss written all of his features and I fall, thrusting deeply into the cavern of Draco’s mouth and releasing with vigor down his throat.

I pull back and watch, riveted, as Harry starts to wildly stroke Draco as he strives to find his own orgasm. The words falling from Harry’s mouth are so filthy, so sexy.

“Like that, baby? Feeling our tongues in your nasty little arse? Our fingers splitting you open? Your own father forcing my cock into you? Did you…like sucking him? Feeling… him… shoot… down… your… throat?”

He punctuates every word of his last question with a brutal thrust, sloshing water over the side of the tub. He wrings Draco’s orgasm and scream of ’Yes!’ from him with force unlike anything I’ve witnessed. Harry plunges deeply as the first spray from my son’s prick soils the water. Harry throws his head back in a silent scream of his own as his body convulses through his release.

Heart-stopping. Awe-inspiring. Breathtaking. Stunning. Marvelous. Delightful. Exquisite. Bewitching. Ravishing. Beautiful.

A/N: Did anyone else notice that Lucius didn't speak through this entire chapter? I'd like to say it was done deliberately, but that'd be a lie. He just wouldn't speak up, so I let him be the strong, silent type for this. Anyway, we're soon going to start exploring fetishes... I have a few ideas, but if you have any requests, speak up. I can and will write anything without being squicked. Ta-ta for now!!!
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