HP fic: Three Men, ch. 4: Three Men and a Tail [Harry/Remus/Severus, adult]
Title: Three Men chapter 4, "Three Men and a Tail" Authors: celandineb and cruisedirector Fandom: HP Pairing: Harry/Remus/Severus Rating: adult Warning: Bestiality, fisting and lots of less extreme perviness. Summary: Some things are the same with Moony as they were with Remus, but some things are very different. Also here. Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns Harry, Remus, Severus and their magic potions.
He was going to have sex with a wolf. The thought made Harry jittery all day Sunday, alternately giddy with arousal and tight with fear.
It wasn't that he was afraid Remus would bite him -- if Snape trusted the Wolfsbane potion to keep them safe, that was good enough for Harry. It was more the idea that, even though it would be Remus, Harry was planning to be licked and rubbed and maybe fucked by something with fur and a tail. Something that might bark and growl and rub its muzzle in his armpit and groin the way the friendly dogs in the Dursleys' neighborhood had sometimes done...
Harry liked dogs, and he supposed that if they were tame, he would like wolves just fine. But a normal person didn't think about having sex with a wolf. A normal person didn't get excited at the idea of a canine mouth opening happily and a long, rough tongue emerging to lick his cock until he sent jets of white semen spurting into thick fur... oh fuck, what if he got the whole Remus-wolf thing confused in his mind? What if Harry could never look at a wolf, or worse, a dog again without getting hard?
He wished Snape would hurry up and arrive. Remus had gone to his room to be alone for the transformation; they had all sucked each other off in the early morning hours before Snape left, and Remus had come barging into Harry's room in the afternoon when Harry got back from lunch with Hermione, panting for a quick pre-moonrise wank, in which he and Harry had happily indulged. But now Harry was anxious and twitchy, hard again from his thoughts, and any distraction would have been welcome.
Even looking at the photograph album of his parents and their friends didn't keep him occupied. It was embarrassing to have his mother and father waving at him, under the circumstances; and seeing Sirius just made him think of his godfather as Padfoot, and then he began to wonder what Sirius and Remus might have done together as canines. Harry pressed the heel of his hand against the bulge in his trousers and was about to go make himself a sandwich from the leftover roast beef when a thump announced that Snape had just come through the Floo.
"Severus!" Harry jumped up from the sofa.
Snape nodded curtly, his expression disgruntled, as he dusted soot from his robes. "I was unavoidably delayed. Where is Remus? He must take his dose of Wolfsbane immediately."
"He's in his room. Left-hand side of the first floor hallway, second before the end," said Harry. "He... he didn't want me to be there, but I'm sure he's waiting for you." He expected Snape to rush off -- moonrise was less than half an hour away, and Remus was probably frantic by now -- so he was surprised but very pleased when Snape paused long enough to give him a fierce and demanding kiss before hurrying upstairs.
The kiss did nothing to reduce Harry's arousal, but somehow it soothed his worry, and he was bringing out a pair of heavy-bottomed tumblers and a bottle of the firewhisky Remus had brought the previous night when Snape reappeared.
"Want a drink?" Harry asked him.
"Yes." Snape didn't bother with niceties like please or thank you, and because this was entirely normal behavior for him, Harry felt a bit more comfortable. Apparently Snape did not find the thought of fucking a wolf to be a cause for panic. He sipped his firewhisky slowly, regarding Harry over the rim of the tumbler.
"Remus, um, he's been frisky since this afternoon," Harry blurted in his haste to find something to say.
Smirking, Snape let his eyes wander from Harry's face down his body. "That is quite typical for werewolves approaching the full moon. I do hope that he hasn't exhausted you."
The way Snape was looking at him made Harry's face grow warm and his armpits prickle, but at least, for now, it was a man and not a wolf making him feel that way. "No. We didn't -- well, just wanking." He blushed even harder at the amusement in Snape's dark eyes as the older man gave Harry an unsurprised nod, sitting down beside him.
"He will wish to be alone for the better part of the next hour." Setting his drink aside, Snape turned to Harry. They were quite close together, knees practically touching. "Have you had supper?"
"No -- I was just going to make myself a sandwich when you got here. Want one?"
Snape nodded, and Harry leapt to his feet. If he stayed where he was, he was going to grab Snape's hand and beg Snape to make him come, and it didn't seem fair to start without Remus while the werewolf was undergoing that horrible transformation.
Fleeing to the kitchen was not as effective as he'd hoped, however, since Snape followed him in and settled himself on one of the chairs, watching as Harry sliced meat, buttered bread, and began to assemble the sandwiches.
"Um, pickle? Mustard?" Harry asked.
"Horseradish, if you have it, and mustard." Harry could sense Snape's eyes following him as he moved across the room to the refrigerator and back.
"Lettuce?"
A head shake. Harry cut each sandwich in half and put them on plates, setting one down in front of Snape. He hesitated, trying to decide whether to sit next to Snape or across from him, and finally decided that too-close proximity was a bad idea.
They ate a few bites in silence before Snape said, "You appear to be rather agitated, Mister Potter. Are you having second thoughts?"
"Not exactly." Harry swallowed, then coughed as a breadcrumb caught in his throat. He took a swallow of firewhisky to try to wash it down, but that only made him cough more, and he flushed furiously at the idea that Snape was seeing him so discomfited. "I'm just nervous, I suppose. The thought of it's a little... strange. But I do want to do this," he added hastily. "Um. You haven't... I mean, with someone in another form... have you?" He was fairly sure Snape hadn't, but hoped to hear something encouraging.
Snape's eyes flickered away. "Not precisely," he said vaguely. "Not with an Animagus or a werewolf." He had turned faintly pink, and bit into his sandwich, hiding his face.
What did that mean... had Snape had sex with a mermaid, or a vampire? That wasn't precisely reassuring, but it was comforting to see him embarrassed by the question. "Well, it isn't like I'm not excited," Harry admitted. "It's just... I mean, he'll have fur. And a tail! How do you shag someone with a tail in the way?" He felt mortified just to have asked the question.
Whatever shame Snape had felt transformed into amusement as he swallowed the bite he was chewing. "I imagine you nudge it to the side," he said. "Having a tail doesn't seem to stop dogs and wolves from mating."
Again Harry pictured Remus and Sirius together as animals and felt his cock throb against his pants. "Are you hoping to, um, top or bottom?" he asked, blushing again.
"I don't know if you realize that the wolf prick swells to seal itself inside its mate just before climax," Snape replied smoothly. "A wolf can then climax several times without withdrawing." Harry gulped. "I expect that Lupin can withdraw in time, though he may need reminding."
Harry had had something of a fantasy about being mounted by the wolf, but now he thought that perhaps he had better get some more information first. "Will he, um, understand English?" he asked, feeling foolish.
"Yes. But he may not have complete control over himself, and I would not advise giving him commands or even requests, as you might when he is in human form." Snape looked thoughtful. "I wonder..."
"Wonder what?"
"If he is accustomed to being dominant as a wolf, he might not be willing to be submissive tonight, regardless of what either my preference or yours might be. We will simply have to learn that from his actions, I suppose." Snape had been eating between sentences, and had now finished his sandwich. He straightened and reached for his glass. "We should wait another fifteen minutes."
"Right." Harry chewed his last few bites slowly, washing them down with a generous gulp of firewhiskey, aware that Snape was watching him again from hooded eyes. Remus dominant as a wolf might have meant Sirius was submissive as Padfoot, and oh, Harry needed to stop thinking about this! "Er, Severus?"
"Yes, Harry?"
The resonant tone in which Snape spoke his name seemed to vibrate through Harry's entire body and settle quivering around his prick.
"I..." He wasn't sure how to say what he meant without sounding like a complete dimmock, and settled for, "I'm glad you decided to come here to be with me and with Remus tonight."
Something flickered in the dark gaze before Snape smirked. "Did you think I would miss the opportunity to test my potion on a tame werewolf and the Boy Who Lived?"
Of course, Snape wasn't going to say anything like he'd said in bed the night before, when he was off his head with passion, but Harry knew now as he had known then that this had never been only about testing a salve that could have been given a far less personal trial. "Well, I'm glad anyway," he said stubbornly. "I guess I always thought you... you didn't like me."
Snape did not look at him as he lifted his drink and swallowed. "There was a war," he said irritably, as if this fact might somehow have escaped Harry's notice. "I can't see why my good opinion should have mattered to you. In any case, it must be apparent to you by now that I was forced by circumstance to play many roles."
It was, Harry supposed, the closest thing to an explanation or apology he was ever likely to get from Snape, and he felt his throat constrict. "Yes," he said, knowing he sounded foolish. "Well. Thank you." The only reply he received was a slight inclination of Snape's head, but he expected nothing else.
Minutes passed in silence. Harry watched Snape sidelong as he waited, and was surprised at how arousing he found the other man's physical presence. Snape was as sallow-skinned as ever, his nose no less hooked, his hair still lank and dully dark though there were silver strands in it that Harry had never noticed before. But he remembered how Snape and Remus had looked at each other the night before, and the way that a droplet of whiskey on the edge of Snape's lower lip caught the light was suddenly almost unbearably erotic. He shifted to ease the pressure of his trousers against his cock, cleared his throat and spoke again.
"Should we go to Remus, do you think?"
"He should be well through his transformation by now," Snape agreed, tipping the last of his whiskey into his mouth and licking his lips. "You are certain you want to do this."
It was phrased as an assertion, rather than a question, but Harry nodded nonetheless. Rising, he walked quickly into the hallway and began to hurry up the stairs before he could think twice.
There was no answer when he knocked at the bedroom door. "Remus?" he called anxiously, hearing Snape approaching behind him. "Are you all right?"
A muffled woof reached him, so he opened the door. Almost instantly, Harry found himself knocked to the ground by what seemed to be a very large, very enthusiastic dog that sniffed and licked his face. For a moment it was impossible to remember either that this was Remus or that this was a werewolf; the big animal panted, barked once enthusiastically and went back to licking Harry's mouth and snuffling at his hair.
Behind him, Harry heard Snape chuckle. "Remus?" he asked, petting the furry muzzle to encourage the wolf to stop slobbering on his face for a moment. The name didn't sound quite right in this context, so he tried again. "Moony?"
The werewolf shook himself like a wet dog, bounded across the room, jumped up on the bed, then raced back to where Harry was in the process of getting up and pressed his nose to Harry's groin, sniffing and licking his trousers. Giggling and forgetting that he had ever been nervous, Harry said, "Oi! That tickles!"
He could have sworn that the wolf gave him the canine equivalent of a grin, tipping his head up and letting his tongue hang out, before once again nudging his muzzle against Harry's crotch. "I would suggest that he is asking you to undress," said Snape in a dry voice. The werewolf cocked his head and then loped over to Snape, doing much the same as he had done to Harry, sniffing at Snape's groin and then rearing back on his hind legs to nose into his armpits.
"You, too." Harry's voice was slightly muffled as he hauled his jumper over his head and started to unbutton his trousers, toeing off his shoes at the same time. When he let his trousers drop, the wolf came back to him, its eyes gleaming golden, and licked through the white cotton of his underpants. "I'm hurrying," he said, deciding to think of the wolf as Moony. It was still Remus inside the fur and teeth, but a Remus even more uninhibited than he had been the last couple of days in human form. He reached to stroke the furry ears, and Moony leaned into his hand, clearly enjoying the contact.
Snape had managed to skin out of his clothes more quickly than Harry expected, given the multitude of buttons he had to deal with, and was stretched out on the bed, watching. His cock was still soft, resting on his thigh, and Harry felt a little embarrassed that he was already so hard that he was poking over the elastic of his pants. Hastily he pulled them off and flung them toward one corner, but Moony grabbed them in his teeth and tossed them into the air, snapping to catch the fabric as they floated down, and then doing it again.
Harry laughed. "He's playing."
"Perhaps he likes the way they smell." Snape continued to look amused. He had a couple of vials of his potion resting on the bed beside him, and when Harry walked over to sit on the edge, Moony followed, leaping up and licking Snape's chest. When Snape did not immediately respond, the wolf laid his furry head down on Snape's belly and made a soft whining noise.
"You'd better pet him or his feelings will be hurt," Harry joked, but watching Snape tentatively reach to stroke between Moony's perked ears, he realized suddenly, "You're nervous!"
"Don't be ridiculous; this was my idea, after all," Snape replied haughtily, but Harry knew that he had been right. Snape had that terrible childhood memory of thinking that a werewolf -- this werewolf -- was going to attack him. Again Moony whimpered softly, nudging and licking Snape's hand, and when Snape rubbed beneath his chin, the furry tail thumped against the mattress.
"Good boy," Harry said with a grin, stretching out beside the wolf, which turned his head with a happy arooo and nosed at his armpit. Blushing, Harry raised it, then tried not to laugh as Moony began to snuffle and lick beneath his arm and along his side. Then suddenly the rough tongue was brushing his nipple, and he moaned.
Snape's eyes widened at that, and he lifted himself higher on his elbow to watch as a panting Moony licked eagerly down Harry's belly to his groin. The first swipe of the tongue across his cock made him shout; it was harder and covered more territory than any lick by a human, and shockingly arousing. He very nearly pulled away, instinctively ashamed, but Snape was watching him with great intensity, the faintest hint of a smile playing around his lips.
"Let the wolf make you come, and let him lick it up," he suggested.
"All... all right," Harry agreed shakily. "Do you want to do that, Moony?"
For answer, the wolf licked him again, his long pink tongue curling firmly around Harry's prick. It was warm and almost dry, rather like having a hand grasping him, if the hand had no bones. Moony's whole body wriggled, his tail beating against the mattress as he nosed and licked at Harry. Then he moved over, and Harry felt the hardness of Moony's cock and the soft thin fur around it as the wolf began to hump against his leg.
Harry felt his orgasm rising, but the wolf's tongue alone wasn't quite enough to bring him off. His eyes slid towards Snape, who had begun to stroke his own prick. "Severus," he said softly, and reached for Snape's other hand, bringing it over so that Snape was touching him and Moony was licking them both. He squirmed, moaning, pushing against rough tongue/hot skin/silky fur, and then he was coming in a rush, splattering semen across the wolf's jaw and Snape's fingers.
Letting out another happy yelp, Moony went to work cleaning off Harry's belly, Snape's hand and his own fur as Harry lay panting, feeling his face turning scarlet and not only from the way his heart was racing. He'd just had an orgasm being stimulated by an animal! Who was Remus, but who was also furry and had claws and a tail and a slightly cold nose that bumped occasionally into his skin and made him shiver.
On the other hand, Snape did not appear to find it at all bizarre that Harry had been so aroused. His wide, dark eyes swept over Harry as the wolf nosed around and beneath him, climbing between his legs and licking at his balls. "Perhaps you should roll over," suggested Snape, taking Harry's arm to assist him.
"What are we..." But as soon as he started to move, Moony let out a whine and pounced against Harry's leg, pinning it down and rutting against it as the big tongue lapped at his bum. "Oh God," Harry moaned, feeling Moony licking behind his balls and up toward his arsehole. Severus was moving as well, shifting to a sitting position and opening one of the vials of salve. "Are you going to... with him?"
Harry still couldn't quite wrap his mind around the idea of fucking a wolf, even if it was Remus. But Snape shook his head. "Not yet. I am going to fuck you, and let Remus demonstrate by licking himself how that retractable furred sheath and the prick underneath work."
The idea of seeing Moony do so made Harry's heart pound unevenly. "Can he... can he come by licking himself like that? I've never heard of a dog... you know... having an orgasm that way." The wolf yipped, still humping Harry's leg.
"I don't know," said Snape. "He's not a true wolf, after all. Remus? Can you stimulate yourself sufficiently?"
Moony gave a last long lick over Harry's arse and then moved to the side where Snape was sitting, nosing at the vial. Harry twisted around to look at the furry face, jaw hanging open and panting. The wolf looked as amiable as Remus usually did, reminding Harry how lucky it was that the Wolfsbane potion had been developed; if it hadn't been, Moony would have bitten him severely rather than bringing him off. The idea that he had allowed that, in fact enjoyed it very much, was still making him flush.
"Do you want me to touch you too, Moony?" Harry asked hesitantly. Moony jumped off the bed and raced around it, leaping back up over Harry and then sitting bolt upright, expectantly, in front of Snape again.
"It would seem so." Snape stroked the wolf's throat, then down his chest. Moony whined, a sound that Harry was sure meant he wanted more. "Let me move and he can lie here, where he can lick himself but you can reach him as well."
The idea of putting his hand on the narrow red cock poking out from the furry sheath made Harry even more nervous than having Moony's tongue on him, but Snape was touching him now, running his hands firmly down the muscles of Harry's back, not quite massaging but grasping him possessively. It felt good, and it grounded him. This was, after all, Remus, no matter what he looked like, and that was Snape behind him -- the last person Harry would ever have expected to be aroused by a werewolf, a few days earlier.
He spread his legs as Snape settled in closer behind him, taking his hands from Harry's back to drizzle some salve just above his tailbone. Moony thumped his tail as Snape's fingers teased Harry there, just above the start of the cleft of his buttocks, and Harry grinned at the panting snout. "Not so different, huh?"
Moony leaned forward to lick his face as Snape's fingers moved down toward his arsehole, bringing the salve with them as they swept behind his balls. It really wasn't so different from the way Remus might have kissed him at such a moment, and Harry braced himself on one hand so he could reach up to stroke the wolf's side. Immediately Moony lay down, rolling onto his back with his legs drawn up like a dog that wanted its belly rubbed, and Harry obliged, watching the cock poke further out of the sheath of fur.
When he touched it, Moony gave a whuff and pushed against him. The fur was fine and soft under his fingers and the wolf's prick surprisingly hot. Harry remembered Remus saying that his body temperature rose at the full moon, and supposed it had to do with the transformation, that wolves were warmer than humans. He laughed a little, thinking that if he wore a heavy fur coat, he would be warmer too. Not that having hairless skin was at all a bad thing. The intimacy of the way Snape was stroking his arse, coaxing him open, would not feel the same with fur.
"Go on, you can lick yourself too," he told Moony, who regarded him unblinkingly for a moment and then curled around, pink tongue swiping across Harry's hand and the tip of his own cock. Behind Harry, Snape inhaled sharply. Moony lifted his muzzle again, licking the loose skin of his chops. He nudged his cold nose against Harry's chin.
"I think Remus wants you to taste him." Snape's voice was low, almost hoarse, and Harry felt him quiver.
That was what Harry suspected too, but he wasn't sure he was ready for it. It was one thing for a canine to lick a human, but the other way around seemed awfully perverse. Instead he kept stroking the furry sheath and smooth cock. Moony seemed to accept that for the time being, lapping again at and through Harry's fingers as they moved.
Snape's fingers were sliding in and out of Harry, stretching him, but when Harry glanced back to look at him, his eyes were focused on Harry's hand on Moony. "Do you want to lick him?" he asked tremulously. Maybe Snape wanted Harry to go first so he'd be less embarrassed himself about the things he wanted to do.
"Perhaps later." Harry felt the thick head of Snape's cock nudge against his arse as the fingers slid away. "We have all night. At the moment I want to fuck you..." The head of his cock pressed in, stretching Harry, who groaned and tightened his fingers automatically on Moony's cock. "And then I want Remus to fuck me."
Beneath Harry's hand, the wolf's cock twitched violently and Moony let out a passionate howl. Harry felt the narrow cock between his fingers swell suddenly, the base becoming engorged and distended, much larger than Harry had imagined. Then abruptly his fingers were covered with semen.
"Keep stroking him," Snape panted, thrusting into Harry hard, over and over; evidently seeing what the wolf's cock could do excited him a good deal. "Wolves can ejaculate several times in a few minutes once the bulbus glandis is engaged." Hearing that technical, lecturing voice from Snape's mouth while he was fucking Harry was incredibly arousing. The smell of Moony's semen was strong and it was slick on his fingers as Harry continued to touch him, tightening his hold when it was clear that the wolf's prick was not hypersensitive after coming. Quite the contrary; Moony pushed hard against Harry's hand, as if he wanted more.
Suddenly Snape reached forward and awkwardly brushed over the distended red flesh as well, smearing his hand with the thick fluid and then pulling it back to stroke Harry's prick, which swelled rapidly under that attention. Merlin, he was going to come as much as the wolf did. Or nearly so. Under his hand Moony's cock pulsed again, and Harry and Snape moaned in tandem with the wolf's howl.
"He's not finished yet, and neither am I," Snape growled in Harry's ear, his bollocks slapping against Harry's arse. "Which of us will last longer, do you suppose?"
Harry suspected that Snape would, given the ability he'd shown over the previous two nights to control his orgasm, but on the other hand it seemed that wolves could keep coming for much longer than any human male. All at once Harry was struck by the idea that perhaps the experience of a wolf was like that of a woman, multi-orgasmic; Ginny had had those, and Harry had always rather wondered what it was like to be able to come and come and come again. At present, though, he was just glad of Snape's salve to enhance his own recovery time.
"Ah -- fuck -- I don't care," he panted, trembling under the force of Snape's thrusts, feeling as if his arse were being laid bare. Moony's tongue swiped over his fingers and Harry tugged harder at the wolf's prick, matched movement for movement by Snape's hand on Harry's cock. "Oh, FUCK, Severus, don't stop!"
Snape let out a grunt that might have been intended as laughter, angling his hips slightly differently than before. It was all going to be over for Harry in a minute... then Moony came again, ejaculating less this time but his prick twitching as much as ever, and Harry couldn't hold on any longer. He had to release Moony to brace himself on the bed as he came, propelled forward by Snape's brutal thrusts.
Snape kept moving his hand on Harry until Harry had stopped crying out, but as soon as he began to catch his breath, he felt Snape's hands grab both his sides and pull Harry upright against him. The hand sticky with both Moony's come and Harry's own slid over Harry's chest, holding him, as Snape thrust a few last times, groaned into his ear and pulsed in his arse. Moony had rolled onto his belly to watch and lifted his head, sniffing the air, then letting out a pleased-sounding howl.
"Fuck," Harry whispered shakily. "That was a lot more exciting than I thought it should have been." With a soft snicker, Snape released him, letting Harry slide forward on the bed, where he rolled onto his back to look up at the others.
Immediately Moony sprang to all fours, nosed his way over and began to lick Harry's face and hair. It tickled, and Harry laughed helplessly as the warm tongue swiped over his skin. His open mouth let that same tongue touch his, which felt... strange. Kissing Moony was not as pleasant as kissing Remus, and Harry turned his head a little, shutting his lips, but stroking Moony's head behind his ears in a gesture of apology. The wolf panted against him, sinking down and resting his weight over Harry's torso and leg.
Snape was watching Moony with an odd look on his face which he quickly erased when he saw that Harry had seen him, instead reaching out to stroke the rumpled fur. "Remus seems to be quite happy about what we've done so far," he said. "I should test the salve on him tonight, too. It has clearly been very effective on humans, but a werewolf in wolf form could be quite another matter."
"He hardly seems to need it." Harry could feel Moony's cock against his leg, still firm, although the swelling at the base had deflated somewhat. "But I expect for thoroughness you should; I can't imagine that he'll object." He grinned, thinking that applying the salve was a very good excuse for Snape to touch the wolf more intimately than he had yet done, and then wondered if he himself might see what Moony's anus felt like. Remus was less tight than Snape, but the wolf could well be different. Had Moony ever been penetrated in this form? Perhaps by Sirius? Harry flushed, aroused by that image, and rubbed Moony's muzzle.
The wolf licked at his fingers, then his sticky chest, cleaning him off before twisting and wriggling closer to Snape, nosing at the other man's prick and licking that, too. Snape let out a startled grunt when he did so. Harry smiled at him. "Feels strange, doesn't it?"
"Yes," Snape agreed, his expression as uncertain as Harry had ever seen it. But he did not pull away from Moony, who buried his snout deeper into Snape's groin, tasting his balls, then returning to his cock, licking in quick eager strokes. Snape groaned, moving his legs apart, and Moony wriggled at the sound as if encouraged, making little snuffling noises in between licks.
"I think he likes the taste of semen." Harry was still grinning, watching Snape and looking beneath the wagging tail at the small dark aperture that was Moony's arsehole. Would a human cock fit in there, even with Snape's salve? He wasn't sure if he'd dare to try.
"Ah -- slow -- " Snape warned Moony in a ragged voice that made Harry start to harden yet again, along with the thought of being inside the werewolf's arse. "Not just semen... I'm sure he can taste you on me." Blushing, Harry nodded; he'd forgotten that wolves had a much stronger sense of smell than humans, and realized that the very scents he would himself have flinched from after being fucked were probably stimulating to Remus in this form. He wondered, if he got very brave and licked Moony's cock until he came, whether Moony would lick his face clean with that tongue that was rapidly driving Snape to incoherency.
Snape had already said that he wanted the wolf to fuck him, but Harry didn't think he'd mind waiting, not when he was clearly enjoying Moony's tongue so much. And while the wolf might have liked the smell and taste of Harry's arse on Snape's cock, Harry was less keen to try sucking Moony after he had been inside Snape. He petted the wolf's flank and ran his hand along the edge of his belly, where the fur began to thin, then rubbed the sheath from which his cock still protruded. Moony whined faintly and pushed his nose harder against Snape and his prick against Harry, and Harry seized his courage to lean down and lick it.
He tasted quite different from Remus. Not that that should have been a surprise, but somehow Harry hadn't expected it to be so much muskier, perhaps because the wolf's semen still dampened the fur there. Moony held still for a moment at the first lick and Harry opened his mouth to suck on the tip of his cock. Suddenly, though, the wolf was humping against his mouth, nearly choking him, and he had to grab for Moony's hind legs to try to hold him back.
"By Dee," he heard Snape mutter, and felt Snape's hand close around his cock. Knowing that Snape was aroused by what he was doing made it even more of a turn-on for Harry himself.
Moony seemed content now to rub against Harry's face without requiring Harry to suck, and Harry reached for the salve, rubbing curiously behind the tight dark balls. He didn't know whether canines had prostates that worked like they did in humans, so he wasn't sure where to apply pressure, but he could hear Moony whimpering while licking at Snape, so he assumed that at least whatever he was doing wasn't upsetting Moony. One finger carefully breached the tight opening, which like the cock felt several degrees warmer than a human body, but Harry withdrew it quickly. He was afraid that if he startled the wolf, with his teeth so close to Snape's groin, very bad things might result.
Snape, however, seemed to have no such concerns. He was still stroking Harry, moaning softly, and Harry could hear the wolf's rough tongue moving faster on Snape's skin. He opened his lips again to taste the thin red cock and felt the base of it begin to swell again, which meant that Moony was going to ejaculate soon.
"Let him come on your face." Though Harry couldn't see Snape, it was evident that Snape could see him; the strain in his voice and the way the hand closed convulsively around Harry's cock betrayed the older man's arousal. Closing his eyes, Harry rubbed his lips hard against the underside of Moony's cock until hot, pungent liquid shot over his cheek; at nearly the same moment he heard Snape cry out incoherently beneath Moony's tongue.
His own cock throbbed insistently, but Snape had let go of it in the throes of his orgasm. Harry whimpered, thrusting his hips blindly, trying to find Snape's hand. He reached up to wipe his face.
"No, wait," Snape said, his voice still hoarse, and Harry stopped moving. The bed shook, though whether from Moony continuing to lick at Snape or Snape moving Harry was unable to tell. The wolf's cock pulsed against Harry's lips. Clearly, despite his earlier activity, Moony was ready to come at least once more.
Then the bed shifted again, and this time it was the wolf that had moved away from Harry's mouth. Before he could react, he felt a damp tongue swipe over his face, followed by a second: both of them were licking him clean. Harry groaned, twisting to try to push his hips against the mattress.
"Please," he tried to say, but Snape's tongue was slithering between his lips. He reached out and touched fur. Confused, Harry opened his eyes and realized that Snape had crouched by his head and was kissing him upside-down. Moony nuzzled at his chest, licking the last drops of semen there, moving down to Harry's cock. He was more sensitive now, having come twice already, and this time the warm rough tongue quickly brought him over the edge, spilling across Moony's muzzle and the sheets.
Moony gave a pleased-sounding yelp as he did so, and Snape echoed it with a softer growl...he'd been watching intently, even as his mouth was busy on Harry's, Harry realized. The wolf went to work licking Harry clean, wiping his snout against Harry's pubic hair to clean it off and then licking that, too. He was making soft huffing noises in between laps with his tongue, like interrupted pants, and Harry had the impression that he was waiting to be invited to pounce.
"Did you enjoy that?" Snape asked with dark, wicked amusement in his voice.
"Isn't it obvious?" Harry's voice was shaky; part of him wanted to giggle, particularly since the wolf's fur tickled against his groin, while part of him wanted to tremble and be held. He felt Snape's fingers stroke through his hair. Snape had so rarely offered him any sort of comfort... he reached up to catch the hand, pulling it down to his mouth and kissing the palm to avoid saying anything stupid.
Moony lifted his head and watched them, draping his warm neck across Harry's hip. After a moment Snape reached across Harry's body to stroke the wolf's poll, and Harry followed suit. "Are you really... will you really let him fuck you?" he asked Snape.
"If he's willing." Perking his ears, Moony made a whuffling noise that sounded distinctly incredulous, and Harry and Snape both grinned. "I shall need you to prepare me. As enticing as the canine tongue might be, I doubt it will provide sufficient lubrication." The remaining vial of salve had rolled away across the mattress. Snape retrieved it, handing it to Harry. "You'll need to change places with me. Remus is enthusiastic enough in human form; I rather suspect that as a wolf he will be more vigorous, so I had better be in the center of the bed."
Harry nodded. Giving Moony a final scratch for the moment, he scrambled over Snape, who knelt, leaning on his elbows with his arse in the air. His hipbones jutted awkwardly above dark-haired thighs. As Harry opened the lid of the vial, the wolf moved around between Snape's legs and sniffed at him, licking up from the back of Snape's balls along the crack of his bum. Snape shivered.
"Just wait," Harry admonished Moony. The wolf gave him a look that Harry could have sworn was amused, and deliberately licked again before moving his head back to let Harry in. Dipping his fingers into the salve, he held them out for Moony to sniff, then touched the wrinkled brown aperture, which relaxed quickly as he slid in first one, then a second finger, and began to move them. "How much?" he asked after several minutes, pulling out to add more lubricant.
"Uh." Snape groaned as he reentered. "I think... four fingers." He twisted his head around, trying to see what Harry was doing. "Are you up to four?"
"Just now, yes." Moony's nose, cold and wet, brushed against the back of Harry's hand. Almost he didn't want to stop, the way that Snape was bucking back against him, but he forced himself to do so, moving away to let the wolf mount. His cock, poking out of its furry sheath, slipped across Snape's bum rather than penetrating it, and Moony whined softly.
"Help him," Snape urged, spreading his thighs more widely. Harry touched the soft fur, directing the head of the wolf's cock to where it was so desired, and moaned almost as loudly as Snape as Moony began to enter him.
"Harry." Snape's voice shook, just slightly, but was still commanding enough to ensure that Harry listened. "You have to help us now. Oh, Merlin," he broke off when Moony started to move faster. "If he fucks me for too long and the bulbus glandis swells, he won't be able to withdraw for perhaps twenty minutes. I doubt I can cope with that. So you must watch and if you see that begin to happen, hold him back while I move free. All right?"
"All right," Harry promised. It occurred to him that Moony had heard Snape's concern as well, but he didn't know if the wolf's instinct would override Remus' usual solicitude. He hoped that Moony would at least tolerate the interruption without becoming savage.
Moony had braced himself with his paws on Snape's back; he seemed to be trying to be careful and not scratch with his claws, but Snape did not appear to mind, his head down now and his torso slick with sweat as he bucked back against the wolf's cock. Harry could see it slipping in and out and his own prick stirred once more. He took a bit of the lubricant potion and started to fist himself, watching.
"Fuck me, that's right, I always knew you were a beast and now you're proving it, but Harry's not going to let you go too far, oh no," Snape muttered. "Fuck, but that's good, Remus, fill me, so fucking good..."
Suddenly Harry saw that Moony was no longer pulling out, and realized that he had to separate them, now. "Severus," he said urgently, reaching to hold Moony back, and Snape wriggled forward. Moony whined, but Harry wrapped his salve-slick hand around the wolf's cock, and a moment later Snape's joined him. Harry moved his leg to let Moony rut against his thigh, and the wolf's semen soon spilled in sticky threads across his skin.
Snape lifted his hand to his mouth and tasted it, sighing. "I wish... but it would have been most imprudent." Moony turned toward him and gave a soft bark.
"Did it feel... good?" Harry felt unaccountably shy of asking, but his curiosity was too great to stay quiet. "He was so big."
"I enjoy, shall we say, significant penetration. This suited very well although Remus in human form is probably more... satisfactory. But the salve appears to have served its intended purpose, which was my especial concern." Snape scratched Moony's head when the wolf's muzzle nudged at him. "I am slightly sorry that it could not have lasted longer."
Harry realized that Snape had not come, that his cock was still stiffly scarlet in its nest of wiry dark hair, pressed now against Moony's fur. "Would you like to fuck me?" he asked tentatively. "With Moony watching?"
"Let me see your hand," Snape said, to Harry's surprise, though he thought at first that perhaps Snape wanted to lick Moony's come off his skin. But Snape lifted Harry's fingers to his face with the knuckles upward, and for an absurd moment Harry thought Snape was going to kiss his hand before he realized that Snape was studying his fingernails.
"They'll do." Snape nodded, but Harry didn't understand. He had trimmed the nails very close to the skin, afraid of inadvertently scratching one of the others intimately... Moony in particular, he had had no idea how tight the wolf might be or how he would want to be touched. "There is one other test to which I would like to put the salve." Harry guessed what Snape was going to ask for at just the moment he said it: "I want your fist inside me."
"I can't!" Harry exclaimed without thinking, then blushed. Given that he had been having sex all evening with a werewolf, it seemed silly to be squeamish about this, yet he was.
"It is not difficult..." Snape began, then studied his face. "I am quite clean, I assure you, if that is what concerns you. The salve will prevent me from being injured." He pushed the vial toward Harry, releasing his hand, which Moony licked as Harry lowered it uncertainly. "I am not a masochist," added Snape rather haughtily, as if he might be embarrassed at having to explain. "As I said, I enjoy significant penetration. But if you would rather not..."
"I'll try," Harry said before Snape could move on to something else. It wasn't that he was particularly aroused by the idea of putting his fist inside Snape; he still didn't know how that would be possible without causing him significant pain. It was that Snape had asked him, not Remus, though he could have waited until Remus was himself again. Harry suspected Remus might have experience with this, since he apparently had tried things like having two cocks inside him at once. If Snape wanted Harry, despite his inexperience -- maybe because of his inexperience -- then Harry was willing to give it a go.
Snape watched him through burning dark eyes as he covered his fingers with the potion, rubbing it over his knuckles and down the back of his hand. Because Moony's cock had stretched Snape so much, two fingers entered easily, even three. "Squeeze them together," Snape ordered in a strained, breathless voice. Harry felt Moony get up from beside him and walk around to flop down near Snape's head, licking his face. "Put your little finger under your third finger. It will slide right in."
It did, though not without first getting caught outside the ring of muscle, so that Harry was sure he was digging painfully into Snape's flesh. "Slowly," Snape hissed. "Tuck your thumb underneath your fingers and don't try to put it inside right away. Stretch..."
"I can't," Harry whispered again, though he could already see that he could; but what if he didn't know when to stop? What if he went too far too quickly?
He yelped in surprise as Snape pressed down against him, the yielding muscle tight around his fingers. "Steady," he grated. "Keep your fingers in a wedge and turn them as you push." For one moment Harry dared to tear his eyes away from what his hand was doing, and glanced at Snape's face. The black eyes were still staring at him, despite the distraction of Moony licking Snape's face and throat. Inside, inside, inside.
He could feel how badly Snape wanted it, as his knuckles stretched the hole what seemed impossibly wide... and then his hand was in, surrounded by the heat of Snape's body with the tightness clamped around his wrist. "Fuck, oh, fuck!" Snape gasped. Harry's fingers balled together instinctively as his own cock throbbed, and he thought he might come just from the feel of Snape's arse around his hand. When he squeezed his knuckles together, his hand turned very slightly and Snape shuddered in pleasure.
It was difficult to believe that this could really feel as good as it appeared to, but the flashes Harry was picking up from Snape's mind left no doubt that it was indeed so. Tentatively Harry moved his hand, sliding inward a few inches and twisting it as he went. Snape groaned.
"That's... oh, fuck yes, Harry, just there," he said, his voice low and almost like a touch in itself. "Pull out a bit now, that's right, you won't hurt me, AHH!"
Oh, this was too dirty, too good, to have Snape impaled on his hand like this and clearly loving it, with Moony watching and lapping wet canine kisses across Snape's face, his cock still protruding slightly from the furry sheath. Harry didn't quite dare to use his other hand on either the wolf or himself right now, desperate as he was beginning to feel; he worried that if he were distracted he might hurt Snape accidentally.
Instead he kept pumping his hand inside Snape's arse, the potion making that hot tightness slick and welcoming. The words spilling from Snape's mouth encouraged him to go on, demanding he move faster, more, and each time he did so the intensity of it climbed, images spilling over from Snape's mind into Harry's. He wasn't sure that he would ever want to be on the receiving end of this, the stretch and the pressure so overwhelming, but it excited him more than he could have imagined to be doing it to Snape, a kind of power he'd never have guessed Snape would permit him or even admit to desiring.
Moony shifted, turning so that his lower body was draped across Snape's chest and his tongue could reach Snape's cock. Harry couldn't see whether Moony was actually humping Snape's shoulder, though from the movements of Snape's body as the wolf began to lick him, it seemed as if that might be the case. He was afraid to move more than he already was, fearful that his hand would push too far and cause injury someplace he could neither see nor heal, but it didn't seem as though Snape needed much; he was rocking very slightly, crying out in a loud voice.
Harry could feel the instant Snape began to come. The softness around his hand gave a kind of convulsion and Snape screamed, really screamed, in a way that would have been terrifying had it not been followed by thick white fluid spattering Snape's belly and Moony's fur. His own cock jerked fiercely at the sound. He could feel pressure on his hand, Snape's body trying to push him out now.
"Carefully," said Snape hoarsely. "Don't force it, keep your hand folded and let it twist."
Harry was astonished that Snape could still give coherent directions after such an orgasm. As gently as he could, he complied with the request, working with the spasms of Snape's arse, thankful for the potion which allowed him to ease the thickest part of his hand through the tight ring of muscle without too much difficulty. Snape winced a little, but his expression remained blissful on the whole as Harry withdrew and Moony licked him clean, tail thumping.
Harry knew that he must have done all right; Snape would have said something, or shown signs of pain, if he had not, but he still wanted reassurance. He started to wipe his hand off on the sheets, then thought better of it and cast a quick cleaning charm instead before wriggling up to drape his arm across Snape's bony chest and Moony's warm fur. After a moment Snape returned the partial embrace with a muttered, "Thank you," that sounded half-embarrassed and half-defiant. Harry pressed closer, his cock wedged against Snape's hip, and began to rock.
"You're as bad as the wolf." The statement was more amused than exasperated, as Moony humped Snape's shoulder, his muzzle open and tongue hanging out in a wide canine grin.
Harry smiled up at Moony, wondering how much of any of this Remus was going to remember when he was a man again... and reminding himself not to get too exhausted, since Remus would likely be in pain after he transformed and might need their attention. After what they had just done, Harry felt less uneasy about wanting the wolf. He grinned back at Moony and said, "You could do that on me instead, since it sounds like Severus needs his beauty sleep."
Snape snorted, shifting and rolling onto his side as Moony leaped up, chased his tail once and bounded to Harry's end of the bed. The tail-chasing made both Harry and Snape laugh, a sound that Harry decided he didn't hear enough from Snape.
But a moment later he was too distracted to dwell on the thought, because Moony had pounced on top of him and was thrusting his hot narrow cock alongside Harry's, which was crushed against the wolf's furry belly. Moony's breath was hot too as he panted and wriggled on top of Harry; it smelled of musk and sweat and the semen he had been so eagerly licking up all night, and just faintly of the bitter herbs of the Wolfsbane potion that permitted them all to be here, keeping Remus' humanity in control of Moony's wolfish instincts.
Those instincts had their good side, decided Harry. Remus had seemed nearly insatiable before the full moon, but Moony was even more so, rutting against Harry's cock until Harry was groaning and gasping and desperate to come. Snape was watching them again. His spent prick might be limp against his thigh but he was nevertheless clearly tantalized to see Harry and Moony so close to fucking. Snape reached one potion-stained finger out and slipped it under Moony's fur, running the rough pad of it over Harry's nearest nipple and making him squirm and clutch harder at the wolf.
Moony yipped, and Harry hastily relaxed his grip, saying apologetically, "Sorry, I didn't mean to pull that hard." The wolf licked his throat, still thrusting against Harry's groin; it tickled and Harry had to laugh. He could feel the orgasm rising, slower now than before despite the effects of Snape's potion, and reached out almost blindly, one hand on Moony's back where this time he tried not to grab, and the other catching Snape's, who pulled it to his mouth and licked a wet stripe across Harry's palm. The unexpected sensation tipped him over and he shuddered in climax, pulsing against the rigid heat of Moony's cock.
Harry heard the wolf howl, but it was Snape's quiet hum of pleasure, felt more than heard against the skin of his hand, which replayed in his mind as he tried to catch his breath, even as he felt Moony humping hard in the slickness he'd spilled onto his own groin. Snape was still licking and rubbing his palm when Moony came yet again, his cock thickening and seeming to pour hot semen over Harry's belly.
Now there were two tongues at work, Snape's moving down Harry's wrist and Moony's along his chest. The wolf was licking him clean in broad efficient strokes, sending panting breaths blowing over him in between licks that made goosebumps rise all over his body. And the subtle, intimate movements of Snape's lips made him shiver as well.
"I can't believe it took me so long to figure out I was gay," he said shakily.
Snape and Moony both laughed, the latter in a short bark of delight and the former in a quieter huff. "I would not concern myself overmuch with Muggle distinctions," Snape advised, and Harry blushed anew to realize that any Muggle would label what he had done with Moony -- with Remus -- bestiality, not homosexuality. "You are who you are."
The wolf whuffed agreement, and Harry reached with his free hand to pet the soft head. "What about you?" he asked Snape. "Now that we've tested your potion pretty much every way it can be tested, will you stay?"
"I never intended to leave this house tonight," said Snape. "Surely I made that clear?"
Harry shook his head. "You know perfectly well I don't mean only for tonight. This wasn't all merely for the purpose of testing out your salve. It feels like more than that to me. And I think to Remus, too, although he'd have to say so for himself."
Moony gave another whuff and licked Harry's hand, then rested his muzzle on Harry's stomach, gazing at Snape.
"In human form, so there's no mistake," amended Harry. "This has been the best sex I've ever had, and I know it's not just the effects of the potion." He could feel himself flushing as he spoke, but he very much wanted to persuade Snape to stay... or at least to come back, soon and often. "It's being with you, the two of you, strange as perhaps that sounds."
"You do realize that you may feel very differently once you've thought about this longer? Ms. Weasley left you what, three days ago? Two?" Snape's eyes were opaque, occluding Harry from any attempt to share his thoughts. "And I need scarcely remind you that anything you choose to do with your life, most especially something as gossip-worthy as sharing your bed with a former Death Eater and a werewolf, will inevitably become public knowledge, thanks to Rita Skeeter and her ilk."
"I don't care," Harry insisted. "The Daily Prophet has been printing whatever it wanted about me since before I knew I was a wizard. If it was a big concern of mine I'd have moved to Australia or something." Then he hesitated. "Or are you saying that you don't want that sort of publicity? You'd rather not have your name connected with Remus's and mine?"
"Of the many things that have been printed about me, a sexual liaison with the Chosen One and the werewolf who fought beside him will hardly affect my reputation," snorted Snape, though he still sounded wary. "You do realize that all of that will be dredged up again, and linked to you? It will be unavoidable. Every death on my hands, every Death Eater attack to which I contributed..."
Was that what was bothering Snape? "I read the Ministry reports, Severus," Harry said in a low voice. "I know what you've done, or at least what you've admitted to doing. Remus does too. But I know what's not in the reports, as well, and that makes a difference. So, no. If the Prophet thinks it can sell a few extra papers by casting aspersions on my character for being with you, it won't affect what I feel or what I do." He grinned, a little tremulously. "Now, if you think this will ruin the idea of having me do testimonials for your potion and affect sales, since I could be a biased source...."
Snape laughed outright, to Harry's relief and pleasure. He did have an infectious laugh when he allowed himself not to repress it. "That hadn't even occurred to me, you imp."
"All right then. So you will stay? For more than tonight?" Harry tried not to sound too pleading. Moony raised his head, panting, his golden eyes fixed on Snape, and Harry stroked his fur.
"I will." Snape's voice was distant. He still held Harry's other hand close to his face, and seemed startled when Harry reached to touch his cheek. "What?"
"I want it to be because you want it, not just because I asked. If you're just worried that I'm going to find out some awful thing you did twenty years ago and trying to spare us all the trauma, that's one thing, we can deal with that, but if you really prefer your privacy..."
"If I wanted to be alone, you may rest assured that I have had a great many opportunities to do so." There was bitterness in Snape's voice as he cut Harry off, though Harry didn't think it was directed at him.
Moony let out a soft whine and rolled his head to one side as Snape reached out absently to rub the wolf's neck. It couldn't be easy for Snape to let himself trust two Gryffindors, the son and the friend of someone he had considered his enemy. "I'm sorry," Harry said, though he knew he had done nothing that warranted an apology and that Snape did not require one of him. "I know there's nothing either of us can do about all the things that happened before. I just want to think we can maybe start over."
"No one can ever start over," Snape said, almost as if it was an automatic response, but his tone was more thoughtful than sardonic. "However... perhaps we can choose our memories." His fingers smoothed the fur behind Moony's ears. "Replace the recollection of a werewolf's attack, for instance, with one of..."
Love, Harry wanted to supply, but it was far too soon to say anything that smacked of deep emotion. Certainly to Snape; Remus might be another matter.
"...pleasure," Snape finished, blood mottling the skin of his face, and Harry suspected that perhaps his skill at Legilimency had proved a liability, this time. He started to smile at Snape, then yawned suddenly, stretching under the wolf's weight until his joints cracked.
"Tired, Potter? Surely you made no foolish promise to stay awake all night." That sounded more like the Snape Harry had always known, sharp-tongued, making Harry want to reject his advice out of sheer stubbornness.
"No," he admitted. "But I wanted to be awake when Remus transforms back."
"I doubt he will wish for either of us to be present for that," said Snape dryly.
As if to disagree, Moony thumped his tail against the mattress emphatically. "You sure?" Harry asked him. "I won't look if you don't want me to, and if we're here, you won't have to wait for us to come back... we can take care of you." He looked up at Snape. "We've both seen him turn into the wolf, but I've never seen him change back into a man and I'm guessing you haven't either. How disturbing can it be, after everything we just did?"
Moony didn't react to the words, and after a moment Snape said, "If he has no objections, I have none, either." The warm furry body slid to Harry's side, rose onto four legs and came snuffling between him and Snape, settling down in the middle as if searching for a warm place to sleep on a cold night. Harry and Snape both reached to pet the thick pelt.
"Guess this means we're allowed to stay." Harry fought back another yawn. He was a bit nervous, but not nearly so much as he would have been waiting for Remus to turn into the wolf. His fingers brushed over Snape's on Moony's back.
Though he had every intention of staying awake, he must have dozed off, because he was awoken by the bed shaking and the sound of Snape's voice. "Easy... easy, Remus." There was a cry, half-human, half-animal, and Harry opened his eyes. The wolf's bones were stretching, compressing and cracking; it sounded agonizing. Snape had his hand on the convulsing shoulder.
It didn't seem as if touching him brought any pain; if anything, when Harry too stroked Moony's head, his anguished howls diminished ever so little. The entire process took perhaps ten minutes, both tormentingly slow and yet too fast for Remus' body to accept such forced alterations with composure. As the wolf's muzzle drew back into Remus' skull and the fur covering his skin disappeared, Harry could see sweat breaking out on Remus' face as he strove to bring himself under control.
Asking "Are you all right?" would be ridiculous. Of course Remus was not all right, although his relief at being human again was evident in the way that he wrapped his arms around himself, shuddering.
"Can you sit up?" asked Snape brusquely, and Remus struggled back against the headboard. "Here." Snape held a glass to the shivering lips. Remus swallowed gulps of the thick brownish liquid twice, then his hands came up and took hold of the glass. When it was clear that he would not drop it, Snape let go.
"Thank you, Severus," Remus said hoarsely when he had finished the potion. His mouth quirked. "I could wish that it tasted less like something that had been decomposing under a rock, but... it helps a good deal."
Harry took the glass as Remus let his hands drop. "Do you remember what happened last night?" he asked curiously, putting it to one side.
Unexpectedly, Remus grinned. "I remember everything," he said. "The beginning and end are a little fuzzy, but when I've taken Wolfsbane, my mind stays fairly clear." He reached out an arm and Harry curled in next to him, placing a hand on a chest considerably less hairy than it had been an hour before. "Some memories are elusive -- my senses of smell and taste are very different as a wolf, and my hearing is more acute, so there are things I can't quite grasp when I try to recall them. But on the whole, it's all there."
Remus was pressing against him as if he craved body heat, so Harry felt no embarrassment about snuggling up against him like a child, giving Snape a self-conscious smile when he peered at Harry over Remus' shoulder. "You chased your tail," he remembered with a quiet snicker.
"And everyone else's," Snape said dryly, which made them all laugh as Snape wrapped an arm around Remus from the other side, his hand coming to rest on Harry's hip.
"Be grateful I didn't start marking territory, Severus," Remus chuckled. "Or chew the heels off your shoes."
"Bad wolf," chided Snape in a sated drawl. Shifting, he reached out a hand for his wand, and when it sprang into his fingers, he cast a charm which left them and the bed considerably more dry and clean-smelling than it had been a moment before. "Were you satisfied with our human-biased activities?"
"More than satisfied." Harry could feel Remus' breath warm against the top of his head. "Things are very simple when I'm a wolf -- if my urges are being gratified, the manner is of little consequence. Though I must admit I'm curious, Severus, whether you chose tonight for handballing because you knew Harry had already left shyness at the door."
"That did figure into my considerations. As I indicated to him when I asked, I had prepared for the possibility ahead of time... but if he had been unwilling, I certainly would not have forced the issue." Snape paused. "You didn't object, except for your initial disbelief, but was it because you felt you could not tell me no, Harry?"
"Not at all," said Harry. "I mean, I'd never thought of doing anything like that, especially not, um, to someone like you. But I guess I trusted you and I was flattered that you trusted me that way." His face was hot as he spoke, and he burrowed against Remus' chest. "The whole night was like that, us trusting that the Wolfsbane potion would work, and that Remus would be wanton and not vicious, and then him trusting us to be here when he changed back."
Remus' arm tightened around him. "Thank you, Harry," he said softly. He turned his head to glance at Snape. "When you wanted me to fuck you, I'm glad you had Harry do what he did; I couldn't have stopped, I didn't want to stop, but after he separated us it was all right."
"I was tempted to let you finish naturally," Snape admitted. "But it was the best decision." A dark purr entered his voice as he went on, "Though you said something just now about marking territory. That's a topic that perhaps we might discuss for another time."
Snape was likely joking, Harry thought sleepily, happily, until to his astonishment he felt Remus twitch slightly against his hip. His eyes flickered wide, first looking at Remus, who looked as tired as Harry felt but was blushing faintly, then at Snape, who didn't look in the least embarrassed and smirked when he noticed Harry watching him.
"You don't mean marking territory as in..." he began, then felt himself turning scarlet and shut up. What else could Remus have meant, after all?
Embarrassed though Remus might have been at having Harry notice his reaction, it didn't stop him from studying Snape. "You like to be pissed on, Severus?" he asked in a voice with a wicked purr very much like Snape's, which made Harry shiver pleasurably. The reaction was not lost on either of the two older men, who gazed at him speculatively. "Well. We will have to discuss that before the next full moon."
Smirking, Snape shifted to pull a blanket over all three of them. "I did promise Harry that I would return," he agreed. "On such an occasion, perhaps we shall make that the topic of conversation."