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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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A/N: I think the only real kink here is a little more Daddy play. This chapter is actually pretty tame. I received a request for more Lucius (I hope this doesn’t disappoint). There’s an almost loving undercurrent that pops up toward the middle of this chapter, maybe I should warn for that? Nah. Cody_Thomas you have FANTASTIC requests! I only really covered a few minor ones here - but there will be more to come. You have painted the most deliciously debauched picture of these three men in my head, and there will be a chapter (maybe more) depicting a couple scenarios you’ve laid out for me. The Sounding definitely intrigues me, and while I know the basics, I’ll have to research a bit further before I attempt to write it. Being a woman, I find it difficult to imagine how it would feel (which is obviously very important). So, if you have any suggestions on where I should start…

I don’t know why Lucius’ Patronus is what it is, other than he strikes me as being rather predatory, and a snake was too obvious.

My father’s overheated, sweaty body collapses on top of me. His weight should be crushing, but he just feels solid and almost comforting. It was so difficult to come to him and ask for this. If it hadn’t been for Harry’s prodding, I might have never admitted my need for him to take me like this. I am so glad I did.

Father rolls to the side, and I miss his skin against mine. We’ve never been a very physical family, but in light of recent changes, I think he will forgive my weakness. I turn onto my side, facing him, and to my surprise, he pulls me tightly against him before I can initiate the contact.

Though he seemed to enjoy it as much as I did, I still find it hard to look him in the eye. So I burrow into his side, and hide my face against his chest. His hand begins to stroke my hair, and when he speaks, his voice is still dripping with lust.

“Such a good little boy, Draco.” The fact that he is still speaking to me as if I am a child is enough to - once again - cause arousal to flare in my gut. I know it won’t manifest physically for a few more minutes, but that doesn’t make it any less strong.

His hand runs slowly down my back, as far as he can reach. His fingers extend just far enough to squeeze the top of my left arse cheek.

“Do you think Harry would like to come and play in Daddy’s bed as well?” A glance at his crotch tells me that he isn’t hard again either, but I know that if we bring Harry in, we’ll both be ready a lot faster. I nod, then remember the way my body has been altered and freeze in fear.

Harry knows that I want my father, he also knows just how long I’ve wanted him, but I’m not sure how he will react to seeing me like this. Father seems to sense my hesitation, and tries to calm me.

“Draco, it will be fine, trust me.” He grabs his wand, and sends his Patronus to summon Harry. The large, bluish-silver shark swims quickly through the wall and disappears.

He begins to rearrange our bodies, and by the time Harry comes through the door, wearing nothing but pajama bottoms, we are a sight to behold. Father is sitting with his back against the headboard of the bed, with his legs splayed widely. I’m resting the in ‘v’ those long, muscular legs have created, and the sheet is pulled just high enough to cover my cock.

Harry’s eyes widen, and I can see his pupils dilating, and his throat working to swallow.

“Do you two have any idea how hot you are right now?”

I smirk, and father tilts my head back and up, without a word, he latches onto my lips. His tongue invades me slowly, sensually. As he explores my mouth, and teases me with little flicks of his tongue to the roof of my mouth, his hands come up to tug gently at my nipples. I arch into his hands, and the little jolts of electricity from my chest are causing an overwhelming stirring in my groin.

“Oh, Merlin.” Harry’s breathy moan catches father’s attention, and he pulls away from my mouth, and abandons my nipples to rub little circles around my navel. With him pressing into my lower back, I can feel that he’s still mostly soft, but Harry most certainly isn’t. His bottoms are poking out tellingly, and he’s rubbing at the twitching bulge.

“Come here, Harry. There’s something I’d like you to see.” Wasting no time, Harry hurries to the bed at my father’s command. I know I’m blushing, but I hope it will be mistaken for arousal and not anxiety.

Harry climbs in from the foot of the bed, caressing my legs on his way up. Even though it was my father that sent for him, and my father that invited him into the bed, his eyes are locked with mine. I love the way he looks at me. When we’re like this, I can forget we ever hated each other. Ghosts of our fights in the halls of Hogwarts are forgotten when he eyes me with such longing.

“Pull the sheet at Draco’s waist back, Harry.” He does, and I sigh in relief when he looks at my crotch and heat flares in his eyes. He bites his lower lip in a way that tells me he’s seconds from taking me into his mouth.

“Fuck, Draco. That should not be sexy,” His eyes flicker up to mine for a moment, then back down to my small prick. “But, Merlin help me, it is.”

Raising his hand, he rubs the back of his knuckles down the underside of my - very interested - cock.

“It’s so small.” He looks questioningly at Father, as his tongue darts out to moisten his lips.

“Do you want to suck it, Harry? Take that tiny cock in you mouth and worship it?”

He nods excitedly, and I know father has given him permission when he lowers his body to rest between my legs. A few swipes of his tongue has me panting and begging for more. He has the mouth of a whore, and I love him for it. Every pass of his mouth over my rising flesh is so warm and wet. When he finally applies a bit of suction at my foreskin, I moan in encouragement. I want him to swallow me; I almost wish I was still long enough to touch the back of his throat - almost.

“That’s it, Harry. Make him nice and hard for his daddy.” Father’s fingers resume their torture of my nipples.

It feels so good, the deep shaky breaths I can feel father taking behind me, the way his erection is renewing and pressing firmly into me, Harry’s devilish mouth attacking my cock and balls. I know that Father’s spell didn’t affect my ability to control myself, but I’m almost to the point of blowing my load all over Harry’s face.

“H-harry, p-please.”

The tensing of my body must be warning enough for my father.

“That’s enough.” Looking very disappointed, Harry pulls away from my groin almost pouting.

“I think it’s time my little boy learns how to give pleasure as well, don’t you?”

Smiling wickedly at me, Harry nods enthusiastically.

“Stand up, Harry.” He does, and his cloth covered erection is almost level with my face.

“Undress, and come closer.”

He complies eagerly, and soon his cock is bobbing happily in front of me. I want to just wrap my lips around it, but this is a game, and I am not supposed to know what to do with the treat dripping onto my chest. I stare at it with trepidation, and Harry smiles sweetly at me.

“Draco, pay attention. Watch what I do, and try to emulate my technique.” Father’s tongue slips out slowly and laps gently around the head of Harry’s prick.

Harry’s groan is sexy and wanton, but what really heats my blood is the fact that, even though it’s my father licking him, his eyes are trained on my face.

Father pulls away from Harry, “Harry, look at me.” Harry jerks to attention, and turns his head toward my father.

“Draco, please go sit in the chair.” I’m aching for them to continue, but I know something important is passing between Harry and Father, so I ease out of the bed.

“Harry, do you care for me?” Father has pulled him down in the spot I just occupied, and is cupping his face on either side. Harry nods, without hesitation.

“If you care for me, why does my son captivate you enough to draw your attention away from me, even when I am the one pleasing you?”

I have only heard such raw emotion in my father’s voice when he was speaking to me. He’s practically pleading with Harry to show him some affection, and it breaks my heart. We’ve been so caught up in the thrill, so caught up in getting something we wanted, that we’ve never considered the effect it might have on my father.

Luckily, Harry seems to understand what is happening. He doesn’t even look back at me, as he leans in and claims my father’s mouth. The kiss is slow and lazy, and there’s no doubt that Harry is only thinking of Father, as he pulls the older man’s bottom lip into his mouth and tenderly sucks on it.

It is so odd, seeing my calm, stoic, cool father melt under Harry’s onslaught. But, melt he does, and Harry takes full advantage of it. He moves unhurriedly down Father’s body, nipping, lapping, and moaning erotically. He’s pulling softly at Father’s already pebbled nipples; the beautiful scene that is unfolding before me has me transfixed.

My father is gazing at Harry with awe, wonderment, and love. Harry is giving it all back to him with his lips, tongue, and teeth. I’m the farthest thing from either of their minds, and I think that’s okay.

When Harry ventures past my father’s cock without as much as a lick, Father whimpers, and my prick jerks. He sounds so deprived, so desperate. Harry pays his wordless request no mind, and raises and pushes Father’s legs up to his chest. Spreading Father’s cheeks, Harry begins to work his tongue in and out of my father’s body. I think we both realize what Harry intends to do at the same time.

Just the thought is enough to have me gripping my still small erection. Father isn’t fairing much better.

“Oh, fuck. Merlin, Harry, it’s been so long. I need…” I can see Harry’s smile as he pulls back from father’s arse and wandlessly summons oil from the bedside table.

“I know what you need, Lucius.”

As one finger pushes slowly, but persistently into Father’s body, he arches helplessly under Harry’s ministrations and begs for more.

“Please, Harry. Oh, right there, fuck yes. That’s en-enough… Please.”

Harry enters Father with care, but soon his scrotum is resting firmly against my father’s.

“You’re so tight.” He has to bend Father’s legs almost painfully to do so, but Harry melds their mouths together again, as he starts to pump jerkily into my father. A part of me wants to feel left out, as one of the men I love makes love to the only other man I’ve ever loved, but I just can’t. They are so perfect together, so absolutely stunning, that all I can do is work my hand up and down my small shaft. I hope I’m invited back soon, because wanking, in this state, is going to be problematic. My hands are a bit too big for it to be comfortable.

They move sinuously against each other, and Father groans and pleads with Harry for morefasterharder. But, Harry keeps a steady pace and grips Father’s hair as he places kiss upon kiss on the exposed length of Father’s neck.

“I want you, Lucius, need you so much. I’ve wanted you for so long… You’re so fucking beautiful like this… feel so good.” More sweet words spill readily from Harry’s lips between frantic kisses, and his hips are moving faster. Father meets every thrust with so much passion, that I can hardly believe this is the same controlled man that took me earlier.

Father releases between them, in an flurry of harsh spasms - without Harry laying a hand on his cock. Harry’s hips continue to move rapidly, but when he lets out a frustrated growl, Father stills him.

“What do you need, Harry?” Father’s hands tangle in Harry’s messy hair and he rests their foreheads together, staring intently into Harry’s green eyes.

“I need…” His words are strained and I can tell he doesn’t want to ask for whatever he’s thinking. Father only nods and raises a hand to beckon me.

He remains concentrated on Harry’s face, as he speaks to me.

“My wand, Draco.” His fingers curl around the smooth handle, pointing it at me, he whispers Finite Incantatem. There is warm, tingling sensation in my lower abdomen as my organs return to their normal size. The feeling is almost painful.

He grapples for the oil on the nightstand, and hands it to me. I know what he means for me to do, when he traces his hands down Harry’s body, and spreads him for me.

His arsehole is still an angry red from my abuse last night, and at my first easy touch, he bucks forward.

“Shhh, love.” Father kisses the side of Harry’s face and the cage of his arms tightens. “Draco knows what you need. Let him love you.”

My father truly is a very perceptive man. Most of Harry’s lesser fantasies are depraved and more than a little dirty, but what he wants - more than anything - is just to be somebody’s everything. He wants to be fucked, but he needs to be loved.

I almost miss Harry’s tiny nod, but I know he wants me to continue when his body relaxes again. He remains almost limp as my finger breaches him, but emits a pained hiss. Father distracts him with slow, lingering kisses, that quickly have Harry undulating in pleasure. Gently probing a few times, I find him still loose, and I know he can take me without further preparation.

Positioning myself behind him, I grip his hips, and push into him as slowly as I can. He groans in discomfort, as his body opens to me. I want to ask if he’s okay, but I’m hesitant to interfere with their private moment. It doesn’t matter that I’m the one filling him, his eyes are still locked with my father’s, as Father’s tongue works in and out of Harry’s mouth.

As I press forward even farther, Father bucks slightly under Harry, and I realize that he’s still impaled on Harry’s cock. Every one of my thrusts buries Harry deeper in my father’s body.

I can tell Harry is still in pain by the tensing of his back, and the way he’s rigidly holding himself up. Father is doing his best to soothe him, but Harry’s occasional mewl is indication that I need to change angles. I shift my hips a bit, and press forward again. Right there.

Harry’s back arches and his hands grip Father’s shoulders as he pushes back to meet me.

“So good.” He groans the words against my father’s lips, and whimpers as I rub his prostate again.

I don’t let a single sound escape my lips as I rock faster and faster into him. I long to run my hands up and down the smooth, tanned back in front of me. I want to lean over him, nip at his neck, and whisper in his ear. But, I know that what’s happening is more for Father than either of us, so I don‘t allow my hands to stray.

Every snap of my hips brings me closer. My cock throbs as Harry’s channel ripples around me. He’s squeezing me, begging me silently for something he can’t voice right now. I speed up my thrusts, ignoring the burning ache in my tensing calves. Shaking helplessly under my assault, Harry begins to cry out loudly. My father happily consumes every sound as his mouth works relentlessly at Harry’s.

As Harry’s body arches and jerks beautifully beneath me, my father throws his head back and hisses.

“Yes. Come in me, Harry.”

The last, sporadic twitches of Harry’s body push him deeply into my father, and he groans his pleasure into the side of Father’s neck.

Relaxing slowly, Harry falls to the side of Father, and I moan as my, still erect, cock slips from his arse. Father notices my state of arousal immediately, and uses his wand to perform a quick cleaning charm. The tingle of the charm is delicious in my needy state; my hand wraps around my prick and I begin to tug.

“No, no, Draco. Come here.”

I’m almost mindless in my lust, but I’m able to shuffle up the bed, and father’s fingers curl around to grip my arse cheeks, as he pulls my leaking erection into his mouth. The low growl that vibrates my sensitive skin, as I enter his throat, has me shivering and spouting nonsensical pleas for more.

“ohfatherfuckneedyesmoredaddyplease…”

He swallows around the head of my cock, just as Harry’s hand begins to stroke my thigh. I twist my hands tightly in my father’s long, silky hair and start to move. Encouraging me with little moans and hums of approval, his fingers creep into my crack and press firmly against my hole. That bit of pressure is my undoing.

I thrust violently and deeply in his mouth, and though he gags, Father does not pull away. I feel my balls draw up, as my orgasms rips through me, and I send pulse after pulse of my seed down my father’s throat.

Hands rub lightly over my quaking thighs and belly as I’m lowered gently to the bed. Father kisses me slowly and tenderly, before tucking me lovingly into his side. Across his chest, I see Harry receiving the same treatment. When Father pulls away from him, the quiet joy on Harry’s face makes me smile.

I fall asleep to the heavy pounding of Father’s heart, the slow carding of his hand through my hair, and Harry’s contented sighs.
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