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The Glass of Heart's Desire	By : Lomonaaeren Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 13568 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Seven—A Taste of Paradise
            The moment when Draco began to really move, instead of just sitting there and stroking his sides, was one of the most wonderful Harry had ever had.
            Not that Harry didn’t like the way Draco had stroked his sides, or the way that he murmured praise into Harry’s ear, and the way that his individual fingertips felt, skating up and down, leaving little tingling imprints that made Harry want to reach for his cock. But it was the difference between liking and adoration.
            And he hadn’t known that he would feel this good with someone moving in and out of him. He’d hoped for it, based on the vision. Then he’d thought he might, after seeing the way that Draco and Severus were both so confident about it.
            But it was another thing to be under one of them, with someone above him who knew what he was doing.
            Harry took in a deep breath and held it, only to let it go again with a whoosh when Severus pinched the back of his neck. Harry opened one eye and glared up at him. Severus returned a serene smile, and then bent down to kiss Harry and play with his hair, a tender gesture that Harry would never have thought he could make.
            The lightness of the fingers through his hair, their slenderness, was a counterpoint to the way that Draco’s cock surged and thrashed. Harry gasped as Draco hit what must have been his prostate and half-rolled his head, wondering if he could reach down to his cock after all when he was on his stomach and it was pinned between him and the sheets.
            “Do you want some help?” Severus murmured into his ear, and in contrast to the way he would have said it before, there was nothing mocking about his tone at all.
            “Please,” Harry gasped. Draco was uttering wordless whispers over his back, and his hands had stilled to firm holds on Harry’s hips, and Severus’s hand was sliding over his chest, fingers spread to brush through the hair that led towards his groin. It was all good, all of it, and still nothing was as good as the way that Draco’s cock pushed inside him. Harry tried a tentative thrust back, and Draco groaned and quickened his pace.
            “I would like to help you,” Severus said, and he moved down the bed and adjusted the position of his arm until he reached the place where he could touch Harry’s cock.
            Harry thought he felt a literal sizzle down his nerves, and an old, stupid rumor about using Lightning Hexes and Stinging Charms in bed, whispered between the Gryffindor boys when the lights were out, passed through Harry’s mind. But it was only fingers, and his cock, and his arse, and Draco’s cock.
            It was better than he’d known. Good enough to make him sag into the bed, as he was stroked inside and out, up and down and back and forth, and he knew that at any second he would come. It had never happened so quickly before.
            He choked out a warning to Severus, and clawed at his hand when he wouldn’t move it. Severus only smiled and twisted his arm a little more, at what seemed like an awkward angle, to stroke Harry faster.
            Then Harry couldn’t worry any more about whether Severus’s hand or Draco’s sheets or whatever would get dirty. He had shut his eyes and was shooting, inwards and outwards and downwards and up behind his eyelids.
            The warmth raced through him, and doubled back, maybe even redoubled, because Draco was still thrusting steadily behind him, and it was clear that he hadn’t come yet. Harry half-sobbed. Sex had been good before, but never as good as this. He hadn’t—he just hadn’t felt like this before.
            “Well done, Harry,” Severus said into his ear.
            Harry wanted to laugh. It seemed like a strange thing to say after someone else’s orgasm. Maybe if Severus wanted to say it to Draco, or to himself, since their combined technique had brought Harry off…
            But when Harry opened his eyes, ready to play it off with a joke, he saw the way that Severus looked at him, and caught his breath. It wasn’t coming that Severus meant to praise him for, or not solely. It was doing it in front of them, trusting them enough to give them the chance.
            Harry turned his hand sideways, and his fingers entwined, for a moment, with Severus’s, who gave him a brilliant smile.
            Then Draco sped up, so suddenly that Harry got pushed up the bed and his hand jerked out of Severus’s, and the groan into the back of his neck told Harry was what imminent. He reached back, trying to touch Draco’s shoulder or something, not really getting more than a handful of swiftly moving flesh.
            The arch, the push, the splatter, the rush of heat inside him, wasn’t quite as good as his own coming, but it was still better than he had thought it could be.
            Half-curled on the sheets, dazed, utterly relaxed, Harry felt Draco pull out of him with a quietly murmured spell. Draco’s hand slid down his back for a second, lingering on the curve of his spine. Harry managed to move his head, which felt like it was made of granite, to the side so he could fasten his eyes on Draco.
            Draco was smiling at him, so open and delighted that Harry blushed. And since he was completely naked, there was no hiding how far the blush went.
            Draco reached out and toyed for a second with Harry’s hole, dipping his hand down to touch his balls, a look of private and deep satisfaction on his face. If Harry had still had some doubt that he and Severus might keep this afternoon to themselves, it dissipated then. Draco wanted to keep this to the three of them, not share it with anyone.
            Then it was Draco’s turn to move up the bed, and kiss Harry languidly enough that the taste of his mouth seemed likely to soak into Harry’s tongue before he was done. “Thank you,” he whispered into Harry’s lips.
            Harry thought he could have lain there forever, and enjoyed Draco’s kisses. But he had forgotten one practicality of being in a bed with two lovers, instead of one.
            That practicality softly cleared his throat, and Harry started and turned towards him. Severus was sitting up now, legs deliberately drawn back so that Harry could see his cock, and the way that his hand moved on it. Harry swallowed, wondering if he was going to have any saliva left when the afternoon was done.
            “My turn, I think,” Severus said softly, and reached for his wand.
*
            The look on Harry’s face—the further blush, the startled confusion, the way that his hand spread towards Severus—was as sweet as all the rest of it.
            Severus could not say that his life had included much sweetness, to this point. Happiness in the past few years, in Draco’s friendship; honor and principles and a certain grim pride, of course. But sweetness, the melting taste in his mouth and the sensation in his bones, not much of that.
            This time, he could reach out and touch Harry’s hand, and not care that his own hand trembled. This time, he could lean over to kiss him, and not hold back as he would have done before this, hesitant, not sure that his own passion would be reciprocated or even appreciated. This time, he could feel Harry’s fingers entwining with his, and feel a thrill that traveled through his body to his groin, and not regret expressing that thrill by driving his hips forwards into the sheets.
            Harry caught the movement when he did it, and bit his lip, his eyes darkening responsively. Severus had a marvelous, wicked idea then, and cast another charm along with the ones that he was using to clean Harry gently out and soothe some of the soreness that Draco would have left.
            “What did you do?” Harry demanded, arching on the bed as though someone had commanded him to imitate a rainbow. “It’s like someone injected hot tea into my veins!”
            Severus smiled. “I will remove the spell if you wish me to do so. It only makes you possible for you to experience again what you just did.”
            “What are you talking about? What…” But Harry was smart enough to trail off when he saw the way that Severus reached down to his groin, and the way that Harry was once again standing up, straining and hard.
            Harry half-shook his head, and Severus prepared to remove the spell, though with a hesitant, waiting sense of disappointment. Then Harry broke out into a grin, and asked, “Why didn’t I ever know about that spell before? Is it the kind of thing that they only teach specialty Potions masters? You must be able to brew this many Calming Draughts before you use it?” He reached down and touched himself, and broke off with a gasp, tossing his head back.
            Severus knew from experience that the spell renewed exquisite sensitivity, bringing it back below the level of any pain, but he had not known how watching Harry react to that would influence him. Harry was stroking himself now, his eyes half-shut, such bright slits that it hurt to see him and not touch him.
            So Severus reached out and caressed Harry’s hip in turn, over the marks that Draco had left, and sneaked a glance at Draco out of the corner of his eye.
            Draco was watching Harry with the same sort of fixed, rapt expression that Severus suspected was on his face. Their glances met, and they nodded to each other. This wasn’t a Slytherin moment, between them; it was a moment that Harry Potter’s lovers could share because no one else knew how hot he looked just then, not even him.
            And no one else will, Severus vowed, lowering his head so that he could fasten a hot mouth on Harry’s cock.
            Harry cried out and jerked his hand away as though burned. But judging by the way it came back to Severus’s head in the next second, he hadn’t actually been hurt, either by lingering sensitivity or by the spell that Severus had cast. Harry paused once, then began to stroke Severus’s hair. Then he gripped a strand and groaned, the sound rasping out of him as though someone had forced it.
            Draco bent down and kissed Harry, cutting off a certain amount of the delicious sounds, to Severus’s regret, but also making such hunger stir in him to get his hands on Harry as he had never felt. He sucked only a moment longer before pulling back and turning Harry gently on his stomach once again.
            Harry went, his eyes closed, his hands flexing uselessly. He reminded Severus of a frog he had once seen shocked by electricity. He hid his chuckle against Harry’s back this time, and cast more lubrication and Relaxing Charms.
            Harry hissed, quietly, when Severus’s fingers went into him, but Severus only paused until he was sure that his touch was welcome, and then reached more deeply. Harry began to pant, a series of short, sharp little sounds that Draco dipped his head down to swallow again.
            “That’s what you do when you’re really hot for it, isn’t it?” Draco hissed, and his hand tightened in Harry’s hair until Severus was afraid that he might wrench Harry’s head around and hurt his neck.
            “Yes,” Harry moaned.
            Severus shut his eyes and reached down to grip himself. He was dangerously near to shooting all over the sheets and rendering this exercise academic.
            “Yeah, I knew it was,” Draco said, and looked nearly as wild as Harry as he arranged himself up near the pillows. This time, he was the one with Harry’s head in his lap, cheek resting on a knee, and he held Severus’s eyes in a charged, silent challenge to make Harry come without anyone touching his cock this time.
            “Merlin,” Severus whispered, starting at the needy tone of his own voice, and coated his hand again with the lubrication charm before driving a third finger inside.
            Harry scratched Draco’s leg as he brought one hand down, clawing at Draco’s thighs. Draco hissed a little, but made no move to withdraw. Severus wondered for a moment what it was like for him to feel Harry’s hot breaths over his naked lap, and nearly wanted to trade positions for another moment.
            But they would have time for this, they would have time. Severus had no intention of letting this be the end, and he didn’t think either of the other two had, either.
            “I’m ready, I’m ready, put it in,” Harry snapped suddenly, arching his neck, which had flushed so red that Severus would have been alarmed, if not for his words. “For God’s sake, what are you waiting for, the next Ice Age?”
            “That might effectively cool my passion,” Severus murmured. Again his hand shook, this time the one he was removing from Harry’s arse. But he knew that no one would blame him for it. Draco watched with hot, bright eyes as Severus slid slowly into Harry.
            Harry was grunting even before he completed the full stretch, and Severus held back, concerned. He had not thought that this would still be so difficult for Harry after the stretching he had done and Draco’s previous fucking. He did not want to hurt Harry, but even more than that, he feared the loss of that delicious heat Harry was showing. He would rather wait a few days than make Harry suffer through this only because he thought he should do it, instead of actually wanting to.
            But a second later, Harry shook his head wildly at Severus and reached back a hand that waved in the air for a second before it closed around his hip and clung there. That was at the full extent of Harry’s arm, and Severus wasn’t surprised when his hand slipped off a second later, but the message was clear. Harry then reinforced it with a hiss that sounded surprisingly like the snake language.
            “Severus, please. Come on. Do it harder.”
            Draco gave a chuckle, or that was what it started out as, but it was so liquid and greedy that Severus had trouble classifying it. Draco bent over, burying his nose in Harry’s hair and murmuring to him. Severus threw his back into his thrusts.
            Whatever Harry wanted.
*
            I can’t wait until the next time I get to fuck him. He’s going to be even more eager, and it’ll be even better.
            Draco could feel his cock twitch at that, at the prospect of it being even better. He hadn’t known, hadn’t realized, hadn’t felt that when he was fucking Harry the first time. It had been glorious. What was better than that? How could anything be?
            Now he knew, from the bliss-stricken face that Harry turned up to Draco and the tight, hooked hold that Harry clamped onto his knees. He knew from the blind sheen of Harry’s eyes and the murmurs and whispers and whimpers that trickled past his lips.
            Harry had been a little hesitant when Draco was inside him, mainly, Draco thought, because he wasn’t sure whether it would hurt or not. But now he was past that initial hesitation, and racing towards a completion of a different sort.
            His cock was hard and straining under him with Severus’s spell. Draco tried to reach it, to stroke it the way Severus had, but then hesitated and held back. No, he wanted more to see if Harry could come without any other kind of stimulation than someone inside him.
            Then, the next time, he could try that for himself.
            Harry cried out and almost slammed Draco’s chest with his head. Draco caught and cradled him. Severus was fucking him in earnest now, and Harry had slid up the slick sheets and out of his original place. Draco settled back on the pillows, spreading his own legs wide, receiving and welcoming Harry between them.
            “Shhh, it’s okay,” Draco murmured to Harry, hands settled in place on his shoulders, curling inwards and stroking soothingly. “It’s just a little harder than it was before. You can endure this. You like this. You want this.”
            He wondered if he would go on murmuring reassurances and endearments for the rest of Severus’s turn inside Harry, but then he caught sight of Harry’s recklessly bobbing head, and smiled. Harry was agreeing with all of what Draco had said, or at least the last bit of it. Draco leaned near to whisper some more things.
            “You like people inside you like this? You like to be able to trust them? You like to be able to touch them? To have them touch you? What do you like best?” His voice was quickening almost despite himself, despite his resolve to keep it calm and tranquil for Harry, to keep up with the speed of Severus’s thrusts. “What do you want the most? Are you going to want us to do something else after we do this?”
            Harry opened his mouth in half a laugh. His eyelids were drooping, fluttering, unhinged from the normal pattern of blinking, he was so delighted. “I want whatever I can have from you,” he whispered. “Whatever you’ll give me. I can trust you—ah!”
            Severus had probably caught him on the edge of the prostate with that last thrust. Draco pulled Harry more firmly into his lap, and Severus followed with a low moan, his face flushed and open in the way that Draco had only seen it once before. His hair dangled around him, swaying with a sound like a soft rustle as he thrust again and again, harder and harder, faster and faster.
            Harry was gasping again, and although Draco whispered to him once more, there was no sign that he’d heard. Draco smiled and stroked his hair in turn. He could put up with a few minutes of being ignored, when both Harry and Severus were rushing towards their completion.
            Severus indeed seemed to be rushing, what with the way he was holding onto Harry’s hips and hammering into him. Draco had to snicker a little. He’d seen the way Severus had looked at the bruises Draco had left on Harry. Draco didn’t think he would be so quick to judge anymore, after leaving his own marks on Harry.
            Severus paused even as Draco thought that, his mouth hanging open and his tongue trembling. Then he began to pump into Harry, and Draco cradled Harry’s head all the more as he was thrown forwards and into Draco again. Draco murmured soft words and wondered how soon it would be that he could reach down. Clearly Harry wasn’t going to come just from a cock in his arse, not this time.
            That led to the thoughts of all the other times that they would have to help and test him, of course.
            But then Severus, although he dropped down until his chin rested on Harry’s back, seemed to gather himself and throw his hips and his fervor into it one more time. Harry gave a low cry as Severus pumped into him, his head turning back, his eyes rolling back into his skull. Draco bent down and kissed his exposed throat, his chest aching—and not because of the way that Harry had slammed into it earlier. He had to wonder how many times Harry had been able to be like this, utterly open and trusting.
            Not many. Or he wouldn’t have turned to two Slytherins for help.
            But Draco found that he didn’t much care about that, about who else might have comforted Harry in the past, or why he might have decided, in his heart of hearts, to accept Draco and Severus. He needed to be here, to experience this, as much as Harry and Severus did. He could only hold on, the way they were, and watch for the opening of the moment between them. He could only cling to as much sanity as the strength of their connection allowed for any of them to have.
            He could only be here, and be glad of it.
*
            Harry came with his head in Draco’s lap, his arse filled with Severus’s cock, and the bed beneath them that was all of theirs, that was shared, writhing and dancing back and forth with the force of Severus’s thrusts.
            His head drooped, languid, when it was done. His breath came out, stutter and stop, and his lungs ached with the force of the heated breath he was drawing out of them. But he was still whole after the explosion of his pleasure, and he was still real. He had the moment of whiteness and joy, the moment afterwards of recovery, and then the moment of stillness as Severus stopped and Draco did in the same moment.
            Harry lay there, head hanging and hands dangling, his body so full that it ached like his lungs, and breathed. He had the dim impression that it was something he had never paid proper attention to before.
            “Harry? Harry? Are you all right?”
            Couldn’t a blind man answer that? But Harry smiled the second after he thought that. Draco must have called him more than once to have that edge to his voice, the panic that Harry wasn’t responding. Harry had been too busy drifting to notice.
            And that wasn’t something that happened to him often, either. When Harry was in the field, he had to be on the edge of his Auror alertness; he had to be tense, looking around, anticipating an attack from any direction. He had to concede certain things to his senses, but his brain was always working to overrule them, and translate the slightest of movements or sounds into a threat.
            But here, he had been aware of nothing for long moments but the relaxation pouring through him, the connection, the rapture.
            That’s one reason that I can trust them. Because they make me feel like that, and they let me come back from it afterwards.
            “I’m all right, Draco,” Harry said, finally, although he reckoned that Draco must have seen his smile and known he was conscious, or he would have said Harry’s name again. “Severus.” It took effort that he didn’t think he had left in him, but he managed to rotate his head and open a lazy pair of eyes.
            Severus was smiling at him, one hand resting lightly and possessively on Harry’s arse. Harry thought that was close to the most adorable thing he had ever seen, and one day, when he had better control of his mouth, he would tell Severus so.
            “As am I,” Severus said, and pulled slowly out of him. Harry shifted dazedly, aware that he was messy and sticky and sore. Well, there were wands and charms to put those things to rights, and in the meantime, he didn’t mind being that way for a while.
            “Not forgetting about me,” Draco said, and bent over Harry, and kissed him.
            Harry summoned more effort, more will, so that he could raise one hand and run his fingers through Draco’s hair. And he also managed to hold his hand out and accept the half-reverent touch of Severus’s fingers in his palm.
            For now, it was enough to breathe, and to be.
*
Meechypoo: Thanks! Although this chapter focused more on the pleasure, next chapter will focus more on the trust.
BAFan: Thank you!
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SP777: Let that be the explanation, then. ;)
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