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Under The Tree	By : redeyedemon Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 13285 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I in no way own Harry Potter and I make absolutely no money from writing this piece of fiction.

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So, this story is for Sonota. She wanted Severus as Harry's master, and for Christmas Draco's wrapped up under the tree and he dominates them both. I took it upon myself to bring such a fic into the world, and this is the result.
I've never actually written fic for Harry Potter before so this was fun challenge for the holidays and if I got more gifts like Draco under my tree maybe I wouldn't hate the season so much. Anyways, enjoy!
Warning: Boy sex. Underage sex. Spanking. Rimming. Wanking. Cum shot. Bondage.

Pairings: Harry/Draco/Snape

Disclaimer: I own nothing. I just use them for my own sick amusement and I make no money for this, even if I wish I did.

Under the Tree
Harry stared at the display in front of him, quite convinced that he had to be dreaming. There really was no other explanation. Severus, his lover and master for a little less than a year had summoned Harry to his personal chambers to celebrate their first actual Christmas together and an early one year anniversary.

Now that he was here, Harry was convinced that he might actually be dreaming. There was a large tree that had not been there the night previously, decorated sparingly, which was a surprise enough it itself. Adamantly, Severus had insisted that Christmas be celebrated sparingly. What really made Harry stare was what was under the tree. Or, more, who was under the tree. One Draco Malfoy knelt stark naked under the tree, green rope laced intricately over his chest and back, his arms secured behind his back in a box tie, though his legs were left free. A thick leather collar wrapped around his neck, pad locked and with a ‘D’ ring in the front. Dark green ribbon wrapped around his head, over his eyes, the bow tangling blonde hair and another around the base of his cock, acting as an effective cock ring. A thick candy cane was between his teeth, acting as a gag.

Harry was frozen on the spot, eyes wide as he stared at Draco. The blonde had started to shift a little uneasily, either to the sound of someone entering the room, or kneeling from some undetermined amount of time. A hand slipped casually around his throat as a body pressed against his back. Snape’s voice seemed a little distant as he spoke into Harry’s ear.

“Do you like your present, Harry? He’s here especially for you.”

Still speechless, Harry only managed to nod, wide green eyes focused unwaveringly on Draco.

Snape smirked, tightening his hand just slightly around Harry’s throat, feeling the younger man relax against his chest, his breath hitching just slightly. “Good. Strip, and kneel in front of him.”

Snape watched as Harry scrambled to obey, though he still remembered to fold his clothes neatly enough and scrambling to kneel across from Draco watching the blonde intently. Stepping behind Harry casually, he placed the dark red, leather collar around his neck. Harry’s breath hitched slightly as the collar slid into place and he tipped his head back to focus wide green eyes on Severus. Severus allowed a light smile to grace his lips as he plucked the glasses off Harry’s nose. “You won’t be needing those,” He said easily, knowing that it would effectively blind the boy as much as the ribbon over Draco’s eyes, even up close.

There were moments when Severus questioned himself sleeping with his student, now students. Stripped down and kneeling, Draco bound, they both looked incredibly young. Younger than fifteen even, when Harry’s green eyes blinking at him innocently, though Severus was entirely sure Harry couldn’t actually see his face.

Severus cupped Harry’ jaw in his hand, watching the boy affectionately for a moment before he squeezed lightly, watching his eyes close. “Go help Draco with the candy cane. I know you like your sweets,” Draco nodded, his eyes already a little glazed, and Snape stared at him for a few more moments, before nodding and releasing Harry’s head. Harry looked up at him for a moment longer before rubbing his head against Snape’s legs and leaning towards Draco, licking a stripe up the blonde’s nose.

Draco jumped slightly and Harry chuckled a little before, licking the candy cane between Draco’s teeth, sliding up so his knees were on either side of the kneeling boy’s, tan skin stark against Draco’s milky pale skin. Snape forgot about how wrong it was to sleep with his students, and settled into his chair to think about how fucking right they looked together.

A muffled noise escaped Draco’s lips as the blonde fought his bindings and his jaw worked around the thick candy cane as Harry licked teasingly over his lips and leaning down to nip at Draco’s jaw line.

“You’re a pretty gift. I don’t know how master managed it, but I’m very glad he did,” Harry’s words were low and his hands slid up Draco’s sides as he spoke. Draco’s jaw flexed and the candy cane cracked ominously. Harry smirked, fitting his teeth under Draco’s jaw to bite down again, and Draco shuddered, a shiver working its way down his entire body. The candy cane cracked again, and he flexed his jaw again, shifting and chewing on the candy between his teeth as the excess parts fell from between his lips. Harry licked up Draco’s throat as the blonde chewed on the hard candy, his teeth sticking together before he could speak.

“Potter, if you don’t get up here and make use of that big mouth, I will hex your bollocks off when I get untied.”

Another chuckle escaped Harry’s lips as he shifted, pressing his chest to Draco’s and tangling his fingers in blonde hair as he kissed the blonde. Chastely at first, before licking across candy flavoured lips.

With a sigh, Draco opened his mouth, allowing Harry’s tongue entrance, his entire body relaxing in his bonds. Harry’s fingers tightened in Draco’s hair, pressing forward so his cocked rubbed up against Draco’s. The blonde moaned, loud, into Harry’s mouth, arching against Harry, and his hands tightening into fists as his shoulders, slim but muscled fought the ropes again, his hips thrusting as hard as he could manage to thrust against Harry.

Snape watched the two silently, resisting the urge to rub himself through his trousers, though the fabric was tented obscenely. He watched as Draco panted, Harry’s teeth against his neck, as the darker haired boy slipped one hand down from around Draco’s neck, scraping his nails down Draco’s chest until he could fist both of their cocks against each other.

Abruptly, Snape sat up. “Stop,” He ordered, and immediately, Harry did. Draco seemed a little off balance, almost falling in Harry’s chest. Snape smirked, standing lazily, his robes flaring behind him as he stood, approaching the pair on the floor. Harry watched him, squinting a little until Snape was close enough that he could see him mostly clearly. “Go sit by the chair. Draco must be punished for breaking his gag. A waste of a perfectly good candy cane.”

Draco kept his head down, and Harry scrambled to obey. Snape lifted Draco effortlessly, lifting the slight blonde over his shoulder. Draco grunted, tense, but didn’t actually open his mouth to argue.

It was almost too bad; Severus had been somewhat looking to gagging him again.

Though, this way he would be able to hear the blonde scream as he turned his ass an appropriate shade of red. He’d been planning on it anyways, because he could, and a part of him had always wanted to, watching as Draco was pampered by his parents. Putting his young Dragon in his place at Severus’ feet next to the newly acquired lion was a very appealing idea. When Harry had first approached him, he had assumed Draco was a distant dream, but under his Master’s will, Harry had confessed his desire for the blonde Slytherin, after the years of constant bickering and being at one another’s throats, he had realized his desire to fuck the blonde senseless.

And, after rolling the idea around in his mind, Severus decided it was an attractive idea. Calling Draco into his chambers, and slipping him veritaserum in his tea had been easy and lead to an line of questioning that made this surprise possible.

“Now, pet,” Severus directed the comment at Harry where the boy was kneeling obediently by the large chair in the room as he settled in the chair, Draco draped across his lap, and allowing his want to slip into his hand from his sleeve. He flicked it lazily, watching as Harry’s hands were secured behind his back with red rope that wove around his chest and stomach. Harry was still, watching Snape with large green eyes. “I think Draco deserve a proper spanking for destroying such a perfectly acceptable gag without appreciating it properly. Don’t you?”

Draco squirmed a little, making a mildly noise of distress as Snape’s hand lowered to press on his lower back, keeping him in place. He wasn’t actively fighting it, but he was tense.

Harry just nodded, his gaze slipping from Severus’ face to Draco’s ass as it was directly in his view. “Yes, Master. If it pleases you.”

A smirk lit Severus’ lips at the response. No matter how much Harry wanted to fuck Draco, it was obvious he still somewhat desired to see Draco punished. Draco squirmed again, and Snape could feel the slim boy’s erection pressed between his legs. It seemed he wasn’t entirely adverse to the idea either. “Now, hush Dragon. You’ll like this.”

The whimper that escaped Draco’s lips was intensely attractive and Snape had to refrain from humping into Draco’s side, though he did pull the blonde more firmly into his lap, and Draco’s shift was deliberate. With Harry’s gaze fixed on Draco’s bare arse and Draco helplessly over his legs, Severus allowed himself a slight smile, moments before his hand cracked down across Draco’s cheeks, striking both evenly.

Draco let out a sharp yelp and Harry inhaled sharply.

More smacks followed in quick, yet uneven succession, not allowing Draco any time to tense or anticipate the strikes as they fell. At first the normally proud and upheld Slytherin only squirmed and tried to struggle away from Snape’s hand, crying out helplessly. With his arms tied so firmly behind his back, he was at the mercy of Snape’s hand. Minute’s worth of a rather determined pattern soon reduced Draco to a near sobbing mess, his breath coming in weeping gasps. Harry was panting as well, his eyes dilated, watching Draco’s arse turn slowly from bright pink to red. A few places even looked like they might bruise.

Words that might have been begging escaped Draco’s lips, mixed with tears and a little bit of drool as he panted, his chest ballooning as his body shook.

Severus paused eventually as the prim and proper Dragon was almost still, just begging quietly, reduced to whimpers and tears. The blind fold slipped from his hair, falling to the floor in crumbled folds, leaving desperate grey eyes wide and open. He could have kept going, easily, until Draco’s ass was too bruised to sit properly because watching him squirm in the Great Hall and during class would be a treat. He had a few spelled paddles and floggers for just the purpose, and he’d used them on Harry on multiple occasions.

But, this was essentially a gift for Harry. On another occasion he could tie them both down, forcing them to beg for each and every blow before it fell, and then thank him for it. Or now, he could cater to Harry’s desire for Draco.

Dropping Draco to the floor rather gracelessly, Severus crossed his legs. Draco grunted a little as he connected with the floor, but with his arms so firmly secured behind him, he couldn’t do much to move himself. He was still sniffling a little, grey eyes wide, watching Severus with no small amount of apprehension as he lay on his side. The older man just smirked a bit before nudging Harry with his foot. “The Dragon’s punishment is over, little Lion. Come reward him for taking it so well.”

Draco stared as Harry scrambled forward, nearly tipping forward without the use of his hands and his eagerness. Draco’s eyes fluttered shut as Harry’s body tipped, and his tongue laved along one of the red welts left by Snape’s hand.

The dark haired Gryffindor continued, making sure to trace every mark with his tongue. Draco gasped and shuddered, his hands tightening into fists and relaxing as his muscles shook.

“H-Harry…”

Harry smirked against Draco’s skin, adding a hint of teeth as Draco gasped again, grey eyes falling closed. He jerked again with a shocked yell as Harry tongue slipped into his crack, laving at the furrowed hole he found there. Snape smirked, relaxing back in his chair, and rubbing himself through the fabric of his robes. Harry was very good at that. His jaw worked as he sucked at the hole, pressing his tongue in further and making Draco squirmed a little, his back arching as he squirmed onto his stomach, wincing as his hip hit the floor. Severus worked a booted foot under one of Draco’s hips to encourage the blonde up onto his knees, his shoulders pressed into the floor, his cheek facing Severus, though unseeing grey eyes are glazed.

Harry adjusts his position, on his knees behind Draco, his hair sticking to sweat drenched skin. Draco let out an impressive whimper as his eye squeezed closed. “Please… Please, I need… I don’t know, something, please!”

Severus watched impassively, his hand flexing around the bulge in his pants. “Stop,” He stated again, his voice wavering on carefully constructed control. “Shift back, pet.”

Harry followed both orders immediately, making Draco whine out in protest. Severus took another moment to breathe, watching Harry pant, his gaze locked on Draco’s arse, and watching Draco’s chest balloon, his eyes squeezed completely shut, the glistening of tears just visible on his cheeks. Severus stood finally, flipping Draco onto his back. The blonde gasped, his eyes going wide as his abused ass hit the floor, making his back arch. “Come here, pet,” He ordered and Harry scrambled forward, his knees abused and already bruised, and he allowed himself to be settled between Draco’s bent knees. Severus ran a hand through the younger man’s hair, and Harry looked up at him curiously, his eyes flicking between the bulge in his pants and Severus’ face, the question held clearly in his eyes. Severus shook his head, his wand falling easily into his hand as he flicked it again. The ropes around Harry’s wrists disappeared and the boy blinked, confused at his freedom.

“He’s your present. Do with him what you will. All the usual supplies are under the chair. Entertain yourselves and entertain me when you’re done.”

Harry stared as Severus stepped back, sitting back in the chair with his legs spread casually. When Harry continued to stare after the man he’d come to consider a master, Draco lashed out with his leg to connect solidly with Harry’s side. Not hard, but enough to get his attention. Harry smirked, turning green eyes to meet Draco’s grey, a slight smirk gracing either boy’s face.

“Cheek, Malfoy. You’re still tied up on the ground,” Harry stated a near growl, leaning down to bite lightly at Draco’s neck again.

Draco arched and gasped, his legs wrapping firmly around Harry’s waist as the other teen shifted forward until Draco’s ass was nearly in his lap. “Do your worst, Potter,” Draco gasped out, desperately trying to hold onto his composer. He gasped again as Harry’s hand snaked down his body to grip his ass, his nails digging into already bruised cheeks. “Potter,” He gasped again, his head falling back against the floor as Harry paid intense attention of his neck and shoulders.

“Potter, Draco? Really? I think we’re a little past that,” Harry teased, his lips and teeth wrapping around one of Draco’s nipples, working the other one between his fingers roughly. Draco twisted and cried out under him, his hips pressing into Harry’s.

Harry shifted away teasingly, and Draco gasped out loud. “Harry, Harry,” He panted on a chant. Harry smirked, brushing his fingers against Snape’s calf as he reached under the chair, procuring lube. His teeth returned to Draco’s nipple as one hand slipped between their bodies, pressing into Draco’s still spit slicked hole.

Muscles tensed under Draco’s skin as he arched helplessly, his head rolling on the floor, his legs tightening as much as they could around Harry. Harry kept Draco’s legs spread, shifting them almost over his shoulders as he finally sat up, concentrating on his fingers with in Draco, scissoring and stretching the other boy open.

“Potter,” Draco ground out, his legs tightening around Harry and dragging the other boy closer. “If you don’t fuck me, right now, I swear on Salazar next time I’m free with my wand I’ll hex you so badly that even one of those awful hippogryphs won’t get near you if you’re holding raw meat!”

“Creative, Draco,” Harry’s voice was very nearly a laugh, but he did settle Draco’s hips more firmly in his lap as he slicked his own cock before pressing into Draco. The blonde gasped and stilled on the ground, his whole body shaking, but obviously making a conscious effort to relax. His eyes were a little blank and focused on the ceiling as Harry slid into him slowly. “Tight,” Harry managed after a few tense moments, his hips meeting Draco’s.

Draco just groaned, his head down back against the floor, his eyes closed as he attempted to breathe. “Fuck, Harry,” Draco managed after a moment, flexing his entire body. “Move you bloody twat.”

A short laugh escaped Harry, green eyes practically sparkling with arousal and mirth. “You asked for it, Draco,” Harry emphasized Draco’s name, shifting just slightly before gripping Draco’s hips, and pulling away from him and slamming forward again. Draco made a somewhat undignified yelp, though it ended on a moan as Harry pulled out again, shifting his position and slamming back in.

Two more thrusts with the same pattern left Draco suddenly screaming. Pleasure rocked through his body as Harry nailed his prostate. Harry smirked, gripping Draco’s hips hard and thrusting into him.

Draco’s back arched his gaze nearly blank, his mouth gaped open. Harry grunted, his eyes focused on Draco as he pounded into him. Draco cried out, a mixture of begging and crying out nonsense words, his cock red and dripping against his stomach.

With a sudden jerk that seemed almost unexpected, Harry cried out as he came his fingers digging into Draco’s thighs in a way that would certainly leave bruises. Harry paused, catching his breath as Draco practically snarled something scathing. Harry snorted finally, slapping Draco’s hip and telling him not to complain.

Then he turned his gaze on Snape, tapping the ropes around Draco’s arms and offering a near hesitant “Master?”

Snape sighed a bit because, as much as he enjoyed seeing Draco tied and helpless, he would have to be released if he wanted to retain use of his hands. Without nodding to acknowledge the request, the ropes were suddenly released as Harry shifted to crawl over Draco’s body and straddle him.

Draco barely had a chance to get his arms out from under him before Harry had gripped his cock with a slick hand, lining himself up and sinking down over the blonde in smooth motions. Severus had faith that Harry was well enough prepared to take Draco without hurting himself. He had, after all, expected that Severus would have expected him stretch, slick, and ready.

“Ah, fuck Draco,” He groaned out, his head falling back as he leaned back, gripping Draco’s thighs. Draco made a wordless groan, struggling a bit to grip Harry’s hips as blood flow returned fully to his fingers, the pins and needles seemingly intensified as pleasure rushed his body.

Finally managed to reign in some of his instincts, Draco got his feet flat on the floor, giving him the leverage to thrust up into Harry, hard as he managed to get a better grip on the dark haired boy above him. “Fuck, Harry. Fuck,” Draco snarled. Harry smirked, shifting just far enough under him to pull the bow that would release the magically enhanced cock ring that still encircled Draco’s dick and was restricting his orgasm. Draco thrust up again, hard. “Bloody fucking hell.”

Draco’s body stiffened, a scream falling from his lips as he came. Harry collapsed forward, bracing his hands on either side of Draco’s shoulder as they both panted.

Harry snorted after a few moments, shaking his head. “Not bad, Malfoy. If you rode a broom like you fucked, you might actually have a chance against me,” Harry teased, his voice too tired and sated to hold any real antagonism.

Draco shoved mildly at Harry’s chest, though with no real effort to get him to move. “If I’d known you could ride anything like that, maybe I would’ve appreciated you more on a broom, Potter.”

The conversation, teasing as it was, was cut off as Severus cleared his throat. Both teens blinked, both reminded that the ever intimidating presence of their professor was still there. He was reclined in his seat, his cock removed from his jeans. He was stroking himself casually, his eyes dark intent upon the two of them. His voice was deep and gravely as he spoke. “Come here. Both of you.”

Draco and Harry scrambled off of one another to kneel in front of him obediently. Severus’ gaze swept over the two of them as he stroked himself, coming silently with a deep breath. His release coated both their faces, sweeping over the bridge of Harry’s nose, and dripping of Draco’s eyelashes. It hit both their lips and even swept down the side of Harry’s neck and Draco’s chest.

Severus sank back in the chair with a deep sigh, considering. “Don’t forget to share, pets,” He stated on an afterthought, watching as the two grinned, leaning into each other to kiss, swapping semen between their lips.

Perhaps a New Year’s gift wouldn’t go amiss as well.
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