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Draco held Orion as they headed to lunch. “You could have told me you were going to meet Harry in the Great Hall, it would have given us a few extra minutes.” He whispered to the other sub.
Tyrion flushed. “You didn’t really give me much of a chance to collect my thoughts. After all, no one’s ever had any interest in me before, this is all new to me.” He shot back. “Here, hand me Orion.” He said, shifting Cassie to one side.
He walked over to Harry and sat, noticing that he’d already dished himself up some food. He handed the babies over and Harry inhaled deeply, then grinned. “You smell like Draco, a bit. Did you two hang out for a while?” He asked.
Tyrion blushed. “Um, yeah. He came back to the room a little before lunch, and we talked.” He said.
Harry nodded, handing Cassie back over and keeping Orion. “I’m glad you two are getting along now.” He said.
‘More than you know.’ Tyrion thought, but only nodded, eating.
“You know, after lunch I think you should bring the twins up to Gryffindor Tower with me. We can introduce them to my friends.” Harry said happily.
“Oh, good idea, Harry!” Hermione enthused. “And it’ll give me a chance to talk to Tyrion. He probably knows loads of stuff about Sinicae!”
Tyrion blushed. “If it’s alright with everyone, I’d like to see the Tower.”
Ginny nodded. “I’d like the chance to get to hold one of the babies. I think it’s a great idea!” She said.
Everyone else seemed to agree: Tyrion and the babies were welcome in Gryffindor Tower.
After lunch, Harry, Hermione, Ginny, Ron and Neville accompanied the twins and Tyrion on their first trip to the Tower.
When they walked through the portrait hole, Tyrion looked around as Harry fidgeted. “Well?” Harry asked nervously.
Tyrion smiled at him. “It’s nice. Very warm.” He said of the color scheme.
Harry laughed. “I know, I love it here. Come on, let’s take the couch.” He said, guiding Tyrion over to the couch and sitting down.
Tyrion sat next to him and Ginny immediately walked over to him. “I want to hold one of the babies. Either one.” She said.
Tyrion handed over Cassie, and she began cooing down at the baby as she rocked her. “You’re a precious little thing, aren’t you? Oh, Harry, she’s lovely!” She said, looking at Harry with shining eyes.
Harry cleared his throat, blushing. “Yeah. I know.”
Hermione sat in a chair near them and fixed Tyrion with an intent gaze. “So, you lived in a Sinicus community?”
“Live.” Tyrion corrected her. “I don’t plan to move out, yet.”
Hermione frowned. “Yet? Why would you move out?” She asked.
Tyrion flushed. “I don’t really want to talk about that.” He said sadly.
Hermione nodded. “Fair enough. So, how is it different than living among Witches and Wizards?”
Tyrion shrugged. “We live by instinct. Subs are taught how to behave and when it’s okay to try and get our way and when it’s not. And there’re a lot more triads and the like. Subs are common in born Sinicae, so there are more subs than Dominants. Most Dominants take more than one sub, and so subs are taught that it’s not our place to get jealous over the Dominants, that we need to share. We’re also taught that it’s our job to keep the peace, because the Dominants tend to be an aggressive bunch. If fights break out, it’s the subs that need to get in between, because only a sub’s scent can calm an angry Dominant. Something about our scent soothes them.” He said.
“I thought only a mate’s scent would do that.” Harry said with a frown.
Tyrion smiled. “For the mated Dominants, yes, only their mate’s Draw can calm their ire, but for the unmated ones, any sub’s scent, Draw or not, can calm them down enough to break up a fight; which is good, because I’ve had to calm a few fights, and I can’t use the Draw yet.”
Hermione perked up at that. “Why not?” She asked.
Tyrion flushed. “Well, because I’m a virgin. A sub only learns to use The Draw after they’ve had sex, because using The Draw is basically letting the Dominant know that you’re willing to give them sex. It’s irresistible to them. Like a Dominant’s scent can cloud our minds, The Draw can overpower a Dominant’s faculties.”
Hermione nodded. “So subs do have a few weapons of their own.” She said.
Tyrion nodded. “And one major defense, as well: a Dominant Sinicus can’t experience arousal near a crying sub. The scent of the tears will kill any erection.”
“That’s a good thing.” Hermione said.
“Although there are tales of some Sinicae that are immune to the scent of tears. I’ve never met any, though. It seems to be an uncommon ability.” Tyrion mused.
“I know of one who could.” Harry said darkly, thinking of Adrian. He’d raped Draco, while Draco had cried. Nothing had stopped him.
Tyrion looked at Harry in surprise. “You do?” He asked.
Harry nodded. “But I don’t want to talk about it. It’s not my story to tell.” He said firmly.
Tyrion nodded, accepting that.
Ginny handed Cassie back. “She’s asleep.” She said softly.
Tyrion took her. “I should probably get back to the room. These two will be hungry soon enough, and I don’t have any bottles with me.” He said.
Harry got up. “I’ll head back with you. I might be back later, guys.” He said, waving to everybody.
*****
Harry sat on the couch and watched Tyrion setting the babies in the bassinette. “You said earlier that Draco had something called ‘rights of First Claim.’ What does that mean, exactly?” Harry asked, remembering his last kiss with Tyrion and the words the sub had said afterward.
Tyrion shrugged, sitting next to him. “You claimed him first. He’ll always be your first mate, and there are certain perks that come with that position. Any additional subs are to be deferential to him, to follow his lead. Basically, to do what he says unless you tell them not to on any matters. If you were to mate with me, too, he’d be almost like a second Dominant to me, just without the same scent.” He explained.
Harry snorted. “Yeah, I think Draco would like that.” He remarked wryly.
Tyrion smiled. “I wouldn’t mind it. I like him well enough.”
Harry grinned. “I don’t think I could keep two subs satisfied, though. Sounds like a daunting task.” He said playfully.
“From what I hear, subs that have to share a Dominant seem to get by well enough sexually. I’ve never heard any of them complain.” Tyrion said with a shrug. “And I’ve seen quite a few of them getting pretty cozy themselves while their Dominant is gone. Subs can lie with one another, you know. It happens often in triads.”
Harry gulped. “So if I were to ask Draco to let me have you both, I might get to see you two together?” He asked, eyes darkening as his scent spiked. “That would be…” He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. “Incredibly hot.” He breathed, opening his eyes and locking them on Tyrion’s.
Tyrion licked his lips. “You think so?” He whispered.
Harry nodded. “Fuck, yes. That thought’s got me so hard, I almost can’t stand it. I want that.” He whispered.
Tyrion nodded. “Me, too.” He confessed.
Harry groaned and leaned in, kissing him softly, then pulling back before it went too far. “I’m sorry. I just… It sounds so good to me, and I want you so bad. But Draco and I haven’t spoken about it, and it’s wrong to keep teasing you with thoughts of what might be before we’ve made any decisions. I’ll talk to him soon, I promise.” He said, sitting back.
Tyrion nodded. “I believe you. I’m willing to wait, if you need me to.”
Draco opened the door, smiling brightly. “Oh, hello to my four favorite people, how are we all doing this wonderful afternoon?” He fairly chirped.
Harry laughed and got up, walking over to him and pulling him close. “What have you been doing to get you in this mood?” He asked, leaning in and inhaling. “Mm, you smell good.”
Draco laughed. “I hope so. Guess what I have?” He said with a smirk.
Harry pretended to think for a bit. “Hmm, a giant ego?” He teased.
Draco laughed and hit him playfully. “Besides that, you prat!”
“I don’t know, then. What do you have?” Harry asked.
Draco smirked and shot a locking spell at the door, then pulled something out of his pocket and re-sized it.
Harry choked. “Where did you get a bottle of Firewhiskey?!” He asked.
“Theo Nott. He was selling them in the common room for three galleons each. It’s extortion, but I think we deserve it, don’t you?” Draco asked, leaning in for a quick kiss.
Tyrion flushed, remembering his last experience with the stuff.
Harry snorted. “Save it. We’ll drink after the Slytherin/Gryffindor game to celebrate whoever wins. One of us will be in a celebratory mood.”
Draco snorted. “Yeah, because for once I’m going to beat you.”
Harry raised an eyebrow. “You think so, Malfoy?” He asked, leaning in, lips almost touching Draco’s.
“Oh, I know so, Potter.” Draco drawled.
“It’s Malfoy.” Harry corrected, before Draco’s lips silenced him. Harry groaned, crushing Draco to him and grinding their erections together.
Draco began purring, and Harry raised his head. “Feeling frisky, are we?” He teased.
Draco flushed. “You always make me feel like that.” He shot back with a smirk.
Harry chuckled. “Well, put that bottle away for later, and I have to go. Quidditch practice.” He explained. “I’m probably going to be a bit late.”
Draco watched him rush into their bedroom to get his broom, then he rushed back out and left.
Draco smirked. “Well, that was nice.” He said smugly. He turned a predatory gaze to Tyrion, setting the bottle on the table. “Now that I have you alone-“
Orion began to wail, waking up Cassie, who joined in with gusto.
Draco sighed. “Cock-blocked by my own babies.” He said in mild disgust.
Tyrion chuckled and picked up Cassie. “You can get Orion, I’ve got the little queen.” He said.
Draco picked up his son and sat next to Tyrion. “Bottle?”
Tyrion reached into the diaper bag, which was sitting next to the end of the couch, pulling out a bottle and handing it to Draco, then pulling out another one.
“So,” Draco said once they had gotten the bottles warmed and into their respective waiting mouths, “I have an idea.”
Tyrion looked at him with a raised brow. “Oh?”
Draco smirked. “I’ve decided I want you and Harry.” He said firmly. “But I can’t think of a way to open up this kind of a conversation, so I’ve come up with a plan.”
Tyrion snorted. “What kind of plan?” He asked, willing to humor the other blond.
“We’re going to get Harry caught in a sufficiently compromising position—with you.” Draco said with a wink.
“What?” Tyrion asked weakly.
Draco rolled his eyes. “Don’t worry, it’ll be easy. You’re getting insider information. For example, one thing you need to try is dirty talk. Harry has a thing for it. Seriously, you should have seen how hot he got the first time I told him, in great detail, what I wanted him to do to me. It gets him really hot, really fast.” He said conspiratorially. “So, we’ll teach you how to dirty talk, which I think will be fun for me, too, and I’ll work him into a froth, while denying him sex at night. He’ll snap eventually, I’m sure. And when he does, I’ll catch you two at it. That’ll be the opening I need to talk to him about it.”
“Dirty talk?” Tyrion asked, flushing. “I don’t know how to do that!”
Draco chuckled. “It’ll be a learning experience.” He assured Tyrion. “Try this: Fuck me with your tongue. Come on, it’s not hard to say.”
Tyrion flushed to the roots of his hair. “F-fuck me with y-your tongue.” He stuttered.
Draco sighed, rolling his eyes. “Maybe this isn’t a good plan, after all. You’re still too innocent for that, it’d never be believable. Well, we’ll break you of that, in time. Maybe we should just double-team him?” Draco mused.
“Maybe we could get caught by him.” Tyrion suggested.
Draco smirked. “We could try that, but do you really want your first time with him to include his punishment for that?”
Tyrion flushed. “I don’t think I’d mind. I just want to be with you both. It feels right." He said.
Draco looked down at Orion and noticed that he’d finished his bottle and fallen asleep again. “Well, he’s out.” He said, getting up to lay him in the bassinette.
Tyrion smiled, taking the bottle out of Cassie’s mouth. “She’s almost out, too.” He said, shifting her over his shoulder and burping her.
She nuzzled into him and began purring, contentedly.
Draco smiled. “She’s such a sweetie. And she already loves you.” He remarked.
Tyrion smiled. “I love her, too.” He said softly.
Cassie burped—and spit up a bit.
Draco grimaced and cast a cleaning charm on Tyrion’s robes. “Refined, she is not.” He said dryly.
Tyrion laughed. “She’s got time to gain refinement.” He said.
Draco raised a brow. “With Harry as a father, I despair of ever teaching her to be a lady.” He said.
Tyrion shrugged, as her eyelids finally drooped and closed. “It’ll probably be tough, but with the two of us, I think it can be done.” He told Draco.
Draco nodded. “She’s asleep. Put her down.” He said.
Tyrion put her in the bassinette. “Why?” He asked.
Draco smirked. “So, are we going to double-team Harry, or get caught by him?” He asked, leaning in close.
Tyrion licked his lips. “Getting caught sounds really good right now.” He said quietly.
Draco smirked. “Mm, it does, doesn’t it?” He asked, then claimed Tyrion’s lips. He guided Tyrion back, lying atop him and grinding their cocks together.
Tyrion’s call started up, and Draco let his own join it, the two sounds overlapping and filling the room with a low rumble.
Draco left Tyrion’s mouth, moving down to nibble along his neck, scraping his teeth gently over the skin, teasing him. Tyrion was gasping now, arching back, one hand coming up to grasp at Draco’s hair. “Draco, Merlin!” He gasped out, tilting his head back to allow the Slytherin better access to his neck.
“Yes,” Draco breathed against his skin, “Call my name.”
Tyrion whimpered, arching into the kisses, as Draco opened his robe, finding that the only thing he wore under it was trousers; there was no shirt impeding his progress. Draco groaned and bent his head to suck on Tyrion’s collarbone, leaving a faint red mark. He left another and another as he moved steadily downward, heading for a pert nipple. When he reached it he gave it an experimental suck, then bit it, gently.
Tyrion gasped and arched under him. “Oh, fuck!” He breathed.
“Feels good, huh?” Draco asked, reaching down to cup Tyrion’s cock, rubbing him through his trousers.
Tyrion whimpered and nodded, face flushed and calling getting louder.
Draco kissed him again, as he deftly undid Tyrion’s trousers and slipped his hand in, wrapping his fingers around Tyrion’s cock. He began to stroke him, slowly.
After a few strokes, Tyrion cried out into Draco’s mouth, coming.
Draco pulled away with a raised eyebrow. “Wow. Bit sensitive, are we?” He asked, bringing his hand to his mouth and giving it a lick. “Hm. Yours is sweeter than Harry’s.” He mused, licking his hand clean. When he was done, he cast a cleaning charm on Tyrion. “Put your robe back on; we’re double-teaming Harry tonight.” He decided.
Tyrion flushed. “I’m sorry. I don’t really masturbate much, and no one else’s ever touched me there, so-“
Draco waved a careless hand. “Don’t worry about it. We’ll build up your stamina.” He said lightly.
Draco wrinkled his nose. “Of course, now the room smells of sex, so…” He cast a quick freshening charm, and the scent was washed away. “Thank Merlin for those.” He grinned. “Or we’d be in for some punishment.”
Tyrion chuckled. “So, what are we going to do when Harry gets back?” He asked.
Draco smirked. “Well, since you can’t use The Draw, that leaves me. I’ll hit him with it, then suggest a game…”
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