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The Rise of the Drackens: The Scaled Bits	By : StarLightMassacre Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 169453 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 21
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. All rights of Harry Potter belong to J. K. Rowling. I am making absolutely no money from this piece of fictional writing.

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A/N: For Luckywolf Gillum, who wanted to see this small scene written out. There are themes of a sexual nature here, lovelies, but nothing explicit, but if you want to skip it, there’s nothing important that you’ll miss.

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Tease

It was quiet in the bedroom, the sounds of breathing could be heard over the barely discernible background music that was playing from the small wireless radio on the bedside table. Harry had put on soft, relaxing music with no singing, so that it didn’t interrupt the mind.
It was overly warm in the room, to compensate for Max’s lack of clothes. He was only wearing boxer shorts as he lay, spread out on their huge bed that comfortably fit five grown men, even if Harry was a rather small, slim man.
Harry smiled as he spread his knees over Max’s hips and stroked the huge expanse of back muscles laid out before him with hands covered in warm oil, going slowly and making sure to get into every dip and curve of Max’s body, paying attention to his shoulders and neck, sliding his hands over Max’s large, bulging arms, leaving no patch of skin untouched as he even took the time to massage Max’s fingers, stroking and lightly pulling on each one individually.
He would never get enough of touching his mates or just generally rubbing against them. In fact he enjoyed it immensely.
He dipped his fingers back into the bowl of warm baby oil that he had by his knee and he hovered them over Max’s back, dripping the oil over those muscles before rubbing it in slowly, lingeringly, listening to Max groan under him over the music from the radio.
He was pitched forward suddenly when Max carefully went onto his knees and Harry was about to ask what the matter was when Max fiddled with his boxer shorts and then laid back down. Harry giggled then, as he realised that Max had just adjusted himself, likely because he’d been crushing himself in an awkward position.

“It’s not funny.” Max grunted gruffly. “I enjoy having your tiny hands on me very much.”

“So I noticed.” Harry grinned, feeling a little frisky himself.

He carried on with his massage, just caressing glorious muscles and listening to Max grunt and groan happily underneath him.
He moved himself down lower, sitting on his knees between Max’s spread legs, dipping his hands back into the oil so that he could massage Max’s legs, taking particular care and love with them as Harry truly loved Max’s long, large, powerful legs. He paid them extra attention and okay, if he played up near his thighs a little more and ‘accidentally’ brushed against his balls now and then, well…Max wasn’t exactly complaining about it at any rate.

“Turn over for me, lover.” Harry purred, giving Max a gentle tap to get him moving once he’d finished massaging Max’s feet, stroking and pulling gently on each of Max’s toes.

Max did as he was told, turning over slowly for him, settling himself back down on his back and Harry grinned happily at the bulge in his boxers.

“Well, hello. Is this for me?” He asked with a naughty grin.

Max snorted. “I don’t see anyone else around here with their teasing little fingers digging in everywhere.”

“Ah, but they might be up here.” Harry said as he tapped Max’s forehead. Sapphire blue eyes opened to look up at him.

“I’m not thinking of anything.” Max told him. “All my attention is on your glorious little hands doing wonderful things to my body. Your tiny, magical fingers are finding places that I’d forgotten about.”

Harry chuckled and once again sat astride Max’s hips…which got him more than a grunt this time as Max cursed. Harry just wiggled to get himself comfortable before starting the massage on Max’s chest by dribbling warm oil over his nipples before setting his hands to task, stroking and pressing into muscle.

“You little fucking tease!” Max cursed, gritting his teeth.

“Oh, love. We go through this every time that we have this lovely massage routine together. You knew exactly what you were letting yourself in for.” Harry told him as he gently circled Max’s nipples with his oily fingers.

“Oh, but it feels so good.” Max said. “I never quite remember how sexually deviant you are and always remember how wonderful I feel afterwards.”

“Sexually deviant?” Harry laughed. “How dare you. You’re the worst one in this mateship, my love, I assure you!”

Max just hummed, putting his hands behind his head and just enjoying himself as Harry repeated his massage process and slipped down his body to do the front of his legs. He really, really loved Max’s legs.

“Pull your wings out, I like looking at them.” Harry said as he was doing Max’s feet.

Confused at the command, but also very happy and not seeing the danger that he was walking into in the slightest, likely because most of his body’s blood was currently supplying a different head, Max just sat forward for a moment and did as asked, bringing out his humongous blue wings with his jewel like blue and black scales before settling down on them like a luxurious cushion.
Harry finished off Max’s feet and toes before he moved back up his body and then he went up by his head. He touched the inside scales of those beautiful wings and Max cursed like a sailor at the first touch.

“Don’t do that!” He complained. “You know how sensitive the inside scales are, Harry.”

Harry just hummed and continued, listening to Max curse and seeing his bulge grow even bigger, stretching his boxers further as Harry teased the very sensitive scales and wing ridges that were created by the thin, flexible bones underneath.

“Harry.” Max whined.

Harry ignored him and carried on, one hand doing a wing each, matching one hand to the other as he kept to a symmetrical pattern.

“Harry!” Max growled this time and he moved.

Harry was faster, as he’d been waiting for the slight movement, and he leapt up and ran through the house, laughing. Of course he was no match for Max’s long legs and before he could find sanctuary with one of his other mates, Max had grabbed him around the waist and had hefted him up into those strong arms.

“Payback’s a bitch.” Max told him as he carried Harry back to their bedroom and kicked the door closed.

“What are you going to do?” Harry asked with a grin.

“Pull your wings out.” Max told him as he sat Harry on the bed and held him there with his hands on his shoulders.

“You know I can’t last if my wings are teased.” Harry complained.

“You’ll last as long as I tell you to. Now pull them out.”

Harry unfurled his white wings slowly, teasingly keeping them tucked up.

“Harry.” Max said in a deep tone, warningly.

Harry chuckled and stretched them out fully displaying his multi-coloured scales of blue, black, purple, gold and silver.
Max pushed Harry to lie on his back and then he did to Harry what Harry had done to him as he slotted his much larger legs over Harry’s tiny waist and pinned him to the bed with his bulk. He took a moment to study his submissive mate, whose large, gorgeous green eyes were looking up at him expectantly, waiting for him to make his move. He bent over Harry and he kissed him instead, loving the little groan into the kiss that he got from Harry. He loved it when Harry started moaning into their kisses because he was so jacked up that he couldn’t control the sounds he made, not even to kiss him back.
Max pulled out of the kiss, smiling at Harry’s swollen lips and his glazed eyes. How he loved this man underneath him to the very core of his person. He would willingly, gladly, give up his life for Harry if needed, that was how much he loved him.
Max found Harry’s bowl of warmed baby oil and he covered his hands in the stuff, before he started stroking and touching Harry’s sensitive inside scales.
Harry cursed like a sailor himself and bucked up from the bed, trying to dislodge Max or wriggle his way free. Max dropped a little more weight onto him and kept him still as he splayed his hands out and stroked them teasingly over as much of the wings and scales as he could, sometimes it was great having such large hands as he got to touch a much larger surface area.
Harry moaned, his eyes going up into his head and Max just grinned happily at being the cause of that reaction. He loved playing with Harry’s wings…or just playing with Harry in general, he wasn’t truly that fussy, but the reactions he got when he played with Harry’s wings were on a level all of their own as he ran his fingers teasingly along the top bone and watched as Harry screeched and writhed under him, his hands reaching up to clutch at the headboard, even as he pressed his hips up into Max and tried to get some friction. Max was not cruel enough to deny him that, even as he continued rubbing and stroking those beautiful wings that were a representation of their combined love and bond to one another.
Harry let go with a loud screech that Max knew would have Nasta up here within seconds, even as he held Harry and let him come down from his high.
Sure enough Nasta came barrelling through the door, took one look at them together on the bed and he slumped with a sigh.

“I should have known.” He chuckled.

“Harry really likes having his wings played with.” Max grinned, completely unapologetic.

Nasta hummed and gave him a smirk. “Just make sure that you clean him off and strip the bed. You’ve spilt the oil over the sheets…or I should say that Harry has.”

Max looked and sure enough Harry had kicked the bowl of oil over during his orgasm and Max groaned.

“Here, take this boneless pile of happy while I sort out the bed.” He chuckled.

Nasta was all too happy to take Harry and Max watched with a lusty grin as Nasta cuddled the sleepy, contentedly purring Harry, taking him into their en suite to clean him off a bit before Max got to stripping the bed of its oily, messy sheets. Despite having to do this, stripping the huge monstrous bed and pulling on the clean sheets, it had all been worth it just to get a massage from Harry and to tease those beautiful wings for a little while.
He would have to ask for another massage soon, just so that they could do this again. Perhaps an injury or some severe stress at work would convince Harry that his mate needed the attentions of his tiny hands. He would just have to force out Harry’s wings again and have his way with them. It wasn’t like Harry would ever complain either, because despite wriggling all over the place when they were touched, Harry truly loved having his wings played with, because at the end of the day Harry was just a massive fucking tease and sometimes, he needed to be given a dose of his own medicine.

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A/N: A small scene here just to fulfil a prompt. I hope you all enjoyed it. We have now moved into my birthday week and as such, I’m updating en mass. This is the first of two Scaled Bits chapters, I have another one that is rather sad and will touch upon some difficult material, but that one will be next week now. I also have a Black Heir chapter to update and chapter 108 of The Rise of the Drackens is finally finished, so I’ll be updating both of those too. So I’m going to be very busy now editing and reading through all the chapters ready for the updates. But this is a nice, easy scene to ease you all back into the Dracken world, ready for the monstrosity of chapter 108 that will be updated in a few days, so until then lovelies,

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