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New Additions	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 12989 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Harry walked into the room, grinning broadly. “I’m back!” He announced.
Draco stood from the couch and walked toward him with a smirk. “Hello, Lover.” He drawled, then let loose with The Draw.
Harry gulped and his pupils slitted as his fangs began to throb. Draco had never quite pushed this far with The Draw. He’d never needed to. Harry didn’t deny his sub often enough for him to need The Draw, usually.
“I want to play a little game tonight, Harry.” Draco told him, taking his hand and leading him to the couch. “I’m going to blindfold you, and then someone is going to touch you. If you can guess who it is, you get a point. Every time you get it wrong, you lose a point. If you make it to ten points, you get a prize. Want to play?”
Harry nodded, dazedly.
Draco smirked and conjured a black blindfold, which he tied over Harry’s eyes. “Can you see?” He asked.
Harry shook his head.
Draco’s hand moved to his robes. “I’m going to take off your robe, and your shirt, okay?”
Harry nodded silently, The Draw keeping him perfectly compliant.
Draco worked quickly, pushing the robe off, then divesting him of his shirt. He smirked at Tyrion, who was eyeing Harry’s naked chest with hunger and approval. He nodded, giving Tyrion permission to touch him first. Tyrion placed his hand on Harry’s abs, then removed it again.

Harry gasped, feeling the hand. It was slightly rough. “Tyrion.” He said confidently.
“One point.” Draco’s voice drawled.
Then a hand was touching his neck. Softer than silk. “Draco.” He said.
“Two points.”
A hand on his chest, fingers teasingly tracing a nipple. “Draco.” He said, a slight tremor in his voice.
“Three points.” Draco said.
Draco nodded at Tyrion and they both reached out to cup Harry’s face, one on each side.
Harry shivered. “Both, and not fair.”
Draco chuckled. “Five points.” He said in amusement.
Another hand on his nipple, tentative this time, seemingly not sure of its welcome. “Tyrion?” He guessed.
Draco’s voice was very close to his ear. “Six points. Getting close to your prize, Harry. You’re good at this.”
The next touch made him jerk. That had been a tongue on his nipple! “Draco?” He asked, not sure.
“Seven points.” Draco’s very amused voice said.
Then, there were lips on his abs. “Tyrion?” He asked, not sure. Surely Draco wouldn’t let him.
“Eight points.” Draco’s voice confirmed, and Harry couldn’t hold back a soft moan.
Then, an open-mouthed kiss was placed at the nape of his neck. A kiss he was very familiar with. “Draco.” He said.

“Nine points.” Draco said.
Then, a tongue traced over his collarbone, and he jerked. “Tyrion?” He asked, again unsure.
“Ten points. When you feel your prize, you can take the blindfold off.” Draco nodded to Tyrion.
Tyrion gulped and leaned forward, pressing his lips to Harry’s.
Harry moaned and reached up to take the blindfold off slipping his tongue into… Tyrion’s mouth, he realized, when he pulled the blindfold off. He pulled away, looking at Draco in shock.
Draco smirked. “Surprise. I’ve learned to share. And I found I like sharing my toys.” He said, licking his lips.
Harry licked his lips in response. “What the hell is going on?” He asked, his voice shaky.
Draco rolled his eyes. “I want to share you, you dolt. Now, if you’ll claim your prize, we can move past this and get to the fun part.” He said peevishly.
Harry looked at Tyrion, then back at Draco. “You’re sure?” He asked.
Draco rolled his eyes again. “Yes. Now kiss him already!”
Harry lunged forward and crushed his mouth to Tyrion’s, sliding his tongue in and claiming his mouth fiercely, pulling the other teen against his chest eagerly.
Draco moaned, watching them. “That’s hot.” He said, sounding supremely satisfied.
A loud wail split the air, and Draco cursed. “Hold that thought.” He said, walking over to the bassinette as a second cry joined the first. Tyrion came up beside him.
Both subs picked up a baby and they walked to the couch, sitting one on either side of Harry.
Tyrion grabbed two bottles and handed one to Draco.
Harry watched as his subs—both his subs, he thought giddily—fed their children.
Tyrion was smiling down at Cassie. He looked up and met Harry’s eyes and flushed bright red.
Harry smiled and took his chin in between his thumb and forefinger, then leaned in and kissed him, gently.
Tyrion whimpered softly at the sweet kiss.
“What about me?” Draco’s voice said from his other side.
Harry turned and cupped his face with on hand, drawing him in for a deep, loving kiss. “Thank you.” He told the blond, who sat back with a smug smirk.
“You’re very welcome.” Draco said, sounding more than pleased with himself.
Harry just sat back and let his scent fill the air.
Draco and Tyrion inhaled deeply, then cuddled into his sides, nuzzling him.
Tyrion especially couldn’t seem to get enough of his scent. He was leaning against Harry, breathing in deeply. He began to purr and Harry chuckled.
“What’s that all about, then?” Harry asked, looking down at him.

Tyrion smiled at him. “Content.” He answered, over the soft purrs. Cassie began purring, too.
Draco sighed, and then his purrs joined in.
Harry let his eyes drift closed as he listened to the sounds of a perfectly content pack of Sinicae. ‘Pack.’ He realized with a bit of a start. ‘I actually have a Pack!’
He’d heard other Sinicae at the Creek discussing their Packs, and had realized that that was how they referred to their family unit, but never before had the title seemed to fit his family. Now, it truly did.
Harry wrapped an arm around each of his subs, listening to the purrs and wondering what he’d done to deserve such happiness. Was he finally getting his reward for saving the world from Voldemort? Was that what this was? He decided not to question it. ‘I’ll just accept it and enjoy it.’ He decided.
“Don’t fall asleep.” Draco warned, a warm tongue licking up the side of his neck. “I have plans for you tonight, big boy.” He drawled.
Harry chuckled, opening one eye to look at him. “Oh, don’t worry, I don’t plan to miss tonight for anything.”
Tyrion smiled up at him. “Am I finally going to lose my virginity?” He asked.
Harry choked.
“And your shyness, if I have anything to say about it.” Draco confirmed firmly. “Before the night is through, you’re going to firmly belong to both of us.” The blond finished.
“I’d like that.” Tyrion said happily, snuggling more firmly into Harry’s side.
Cassie finished her bottle and Tyrion began to burp her. She just nuzzled into his shoulder and promptly fell asleep.
Harry smiled. “Well, she’s asleep already. That was fast.”
Draco was burping Orion. The boy let out a loud burp and spit-up on Draco’s shoulder.
“Orion!” Draco snapped, horrified.
Harry just laughed and cleaned him with a wave of his wand. “Ah, the joys of parenthood.”
Draco huffed, his purrs fading away. “Gross.” He said.
Tyrion got up and laid Cassie in the bassinette, kissing her forehead and smoothing a hand over her blond hair. “Sleep tight tonight, little angel, because we have big plans.” He said softly.
Draco’s chuckle was heard behind him. The blond laid Orion next to her and then turned and kissed Tyrion. “Very big plans.” He confirmed.
Harry was turned around, watching them, and he moaned at the sight. “You two are so hot.” He said, as they both turned to him.
Draco smirked and Tyrion blushed, then they joined hands and came toward him.
“Bedroom.” Draco said. “Now.”
Harry stood and led the way, Draco pulling Tyrion along behind him.
They got into the bedroom and closed the door, and Harry cast a silencing charm and the contraceptive spell. The monitoring spell on the bassinette would alert them if they were needed.
Draco pressed himself to Tyrion’s back and began running his hands over Tyrion’s chest, playing with the buttons on his robes. “So, Harry,” He drawled, “Do you want to open your gift, or should I?”
Harry batted his hands away. “That’s my job, thank you.” He growled. He began undoing the buttons as Draco kissed along Tyrion’s neck, making the blond start calling again.
Harry got all the buttons opened and slid the robes off and raised an eyebrow at the state of Tyrion’s chest, covered in light pink marks. “Draco?” He asked sharply.
Draco looked up, then saw Harry’s face and flushed. “Um… I may have molested him a bit while you were gone.” He explained.
Harry looked at Tyrion in shock, then back to Draco. “And he let you?!”
Tyrion flushed. “He has rights of First Claim!” He defended. “I just wanted to be with you both so much.” He finished, guiltily.
Harry sighed, then took Tyrion’s face in both hands and kissed him. “I won’t get mad for this, but Draco, I’m a bit upset that you’d do something like this without talking to me first. Although I have kissed him before, I didn’t go quite that far!”
Draco flushed. “I may have made him come, too.” He admitted.
Harry groaned. “And I missed it?!” He asked. “I want the memory, when I get a Pensieve.” He demanded.
Draco smirked. “Alright. We can all view it together.” He said, then nibbled at Tyrion’s neck again. “He’s lovely when he comes.” He said more to Harry than anyone else.
Harry groaned, leaning in to lick at Tyrion’s collarbones, making him shiver. Draco’s call started up behind him, and Tyrion felt the blond grind against his ass. He moaned at the two sensations as the mouth moved to his nipple and the feeling of teeth against the nub made him jump.
“Okay?” Harry asked, smoothing a hand over his stomach soothingly.
Tyrion nodded. “Yeah. It was just a surprise. A good one.” He said.
Harry smiled and bit it again, then laved the pain away with his tongue.
“Wait until he fucks you with that talented tongue of his.” Draco breathed against Tyrion’s neck. “Sliding it into you, making you wet and slippery with your own juices and his saliva. His mouth is divine.” The blond finished, then bit down on Tyrion’s neck, making the younger teen gasp and arch his back.
Harry growled at the filthy words, sucking on one of the pink spots Draco had left, darkening it to a bright red. He pulled his mouth away long enough to growl, “Get his trousers off, Draco.” Before he moved his mouth to the nipple he had passed over before, biting it sharply and soothing the pain away, then suckling on it as Draco’s nimble fingers opened Tyrion’s trousers and pushed them down, then helped the other blond to step out of them.
Harry pulled back and looked him over. “Very nice.” He said admiringly. Tyrion’s cock was a bit thicker than Draco’s, but not quite as long, and it was gloriously hard.
Harry leaned in, inhaling the scent of aroused sub, so close to the source.
Tyrion whimpered and clutched at his shoulders for balance as his legs threatened to give out.
Draco chuckled. “We should move this to the bed before our virgin falls over.” He suggested.
Harry stood and grabbed one of Tyrion’s hands, Draco grabbing the other. They laid him in the middle of the bed and both climbed on to lay on either side of him.
Draco leaned in to kiss Tyrion again, mapping out his mouth slowly, savoring the experience now that he had all the time in the world to do so.
Tyrion whimpered into the kiss and jerked in surprise, nearly biting Draco’s tongue, when he felt Harry’s hand on his cock.
Draco raised his head. “Careful, Harry, he’s responsive. That’s how I made him come earlier.” He warned.
Harry removed his hand and instead slid down Tyrion’s body, lifting his hips in his hands.
Draco smirked. “Oh, you’ll love this.” He drawled, watching Harry spread him open and lick a broad stripe from balls to tailbone.
Tyrion cried out in shock, head falling back.
Draco traced a finger over the front of his throat, bared so trustingly. Draco leaned in to kiss and nibble at the pale expanse, teasing it with a hint of teeth, then licking at it to both soothe and reassure.
Draco pulled away and looked down at Harry. “Remember to prepare him thoroughly, Harry. He’s a virgin, after all.” He leaned down next to Tyrion’s ear and told him, “Harry’s never had a virgin before. Even I wasn’t, the first time he had me. Someday I’ll tell you the story of what happened, but for now, just enjoy.”
Tyrion gasped and his eyes flew open.
Draco smirked. “He just slid his tongue inside you, didn’t he?” He asked, and Tyrion nodded. “Yes, he’s good at that. Tell him what you want. He wants to hear it.”
Tyrion flushed, but said clearly, “More!”
Draco chuckled. “I think he wants your thick fingers in his arse now, Harry. Remember, go slow.”
Harry growled, and worked a finger into Tyrion, pumping it carefully.
Tyrion gasped and pushed back against it, moaning loudly when Harry brushed over his prostate.
“Give him another one, Harry.” Draco said, call growing louder, for all that his voice was unaffected. The scene before him was really turning him on.
Harry added a second finger, slowly stretching him.
Draco watched him, admiring the slitted pupils and the fangs bared in concentration as Harry carefully fingered Tyrion. Draco licked his lips and Harry’s eyes flicked up to his, sharing a triumphant smile with him before he went back to the task at hand, slipping in a third finger.
Draco carded his hand through Tyrion’s hair, sparing a thought to the fact that he’d have to introduce him to his own hair care products before he returned his mind to calming the sub. “Just relax.” He whispered into Tyrion’s ear. “It’s almost time. You’re doing very well. Just let him take care of you.”
Harry pulled his fingers out and moved to lie over Tyrion. “Hold his hands.” He told Draco.
Draco grabbed onto Tyrion’s hands and laced their fingers together, giving them a reassuring squeeze as he shifted to sit above the other teen’s head, holding his hands level with his head as Harry guided his cock to Tyrion’s waiting entrance.
Draco watched Harry’s face as he sunk in, slowly, then moved his attention to Tyrion’s when the call increased dramatically and Tyrion keened, long and low, at the burn Draco was all too familiar with.
Draco leaned down to whisper to him again. “Just let him in. He’s so thick and long, and hot for you. He’s almost in now, just a little more. Relax and let him in, there, that’s it. That’s all of him. Can you feel how hard he is for you?”
Tyrion moaned, opening his eyes and locking them with Draco’s. “Kiss me?” He asked.
Draco moaned softly and leaned down, sharing an upside-down kiss with him, both calming him and claiming him as theirs.
Harry slid out and pushed back in, and Tyrion’s fingers tightened around Draco’s.
“No touching yourself.” Draco leaned down to whisper to him. “That’s one of Harry’s rules. You’re going to come for his cock, and his cock alone. He might take pity on you and touch you himself, but I don’t think you’ll need that, will you?” He asked, though it was mostly rhetorical. “No,” He answered himself, “You’re a good boy, you’ll come on his cock like a proper sub, screaming and clamping down on him like I do.”
“Draco,” Harry growled, “If you want me to last long enough to fuck you, too, you’d better stop talking.” He warned.
Draco looked up in surprise. “Do you think you can last that long?” He asked.
Harry’s face was intent and focused. “I might.” He said tightly.
Draco raised an eyebrow, his estimation of Harry going up a few notches. “Well, in that case, my lips are sealed.” He said happily.
Harry slid in and out of Tyrion slowly, the sub moaning beneath him.
Tyrion bared his throat, and Draco felt a lump form in his own. This was how a first time was supposed to go.
He looked up at Harry. “Claim him.” He said softly. “He’s yours.”
Harry leaned in and licked a stripe up Tyrion’s neck, then sunk his fangs in, marking the sub as his.
Tyrion cried out, coming, and Harry cursed, hands clamping down on Tyrion’s hips as he fought to control himself.
Finally, Tyrion opened sleepy eyes and smiled dazedly up at Harry. “Yours?” He asked.
Harry smiled and nodded. “Mine.” He confirmed.
“Mm.” Tyrion hummed happily as Harry pulled out, still hard.
He looked at Draco. “Next to him, on your back.” He ordered, his scent still thick and heavy in the air.
Draco moved to lie beside Tyrion, who curled into his side, laying a hand on his stomach as Harry lifted his hips and drove his tongue into Draco’s body. “Oh, yes!” Draco moaned. “Fuck me with that wonderful tongue! Shove it into me, Harry, your mouth is so great! Oh, Merlin, that tongue feels so good in my arse! Give me your fingers!”
Harry growled and drove two fingers into Draco, stretching him quickly, then added a third before Draco had a chance to ask for it.
Tyrion was wide awake now, watching Draco with an awestruck expression. Draco met his shocked look and winked, then continued.
“Harry, give me your cock! I need it, please!” He begged.

Harry moved, and in a lightning-quick motion, was inside Draco.
Draco howled in pleasure at the intense burn and stretch. “Merlin, yes!” He moaned, feeling Harry start up a punishing pace. He reached down and grabbed Draco’s cock, pumping it in time with his thrusts, seeming determined to bring the blond off with him.
Draco pushed back against every thrust, panting and tossing his head. “Fuck me, Harry, yes! Faster! Almost there! Just… A little… Ahh!” He cried out, coming hard, and felt Harry come in him.
Harry rolled off of him, curling around his side, and Tyrion laughed. “Well, that was… Enlightening.” He said.
“I told you, dirty talk gets him hot.” Draco said smugly.
Harry snorted. “Just what have you two been talking about when I’m not here?” He asked.
Draco shrugged. “Just sub talk.” He answered.
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