HP fic: Three Men, ch. 5: Three Men and a Tub [Harry/Remus/Severus, adult]
Title: Three Men chapter 5, "Three Men and a Tub" Authors: celandineb and cruisedirector Fandom: HP Pairing: Harry/Remus/Severus Rating: adult Warning: External & internal watersports, D/s, discussion of other kink. Romantic sentiment & domestic bliss. Summary: Now that he knows Lupin and Potter share his interest in a certain activity, Snape doesn't want to wait to try it. Also here.
When Snape stepped out of the fireplace into the parlor at Grimmauld Place, Potter gaped at him like a Muggle who had never seen anyone use the Floo before.
"Have I come at a bad time?" he asked, smirking as Potter recovered his senses and shook his head.
"No, it's just that I didn't expect... I mean, when you left this morning you didn't sound like... never mind." Three nights of the best sex of his life had made Potter no more articulate, Snape noted. "Remus is upstairs resting -- still not completely recovered, I don't think." Now Potter blushed, and Snape had to admit that the look was rather fetching on him. "Would you like a drink?"
"I have brought my own," announced Snape, producing the small bottle from a pocket in his robes. The contents were primarily fruit juice, not wine, but he did not bother to explain that to Potter. Cranberry and lime juice together produced a rather more pleasant odor filtered through the body than did alcohol, and Snape preferred that Potter not concern himself about unpleasant smells.
He smirked again, striding uninvited to the kitchen to fetch glasses while Potter hurried to catch up. If Potter turned scarlet just from thinking about their activities the night before, Snape could only imagine how attractive he would look naked, nervous, trying to hold his prick still with trembling fingers as he showered Snape with piss.
The thought was more than a little stimulating, but he ignored the rush of blood to his groin as he lifted down a brace of glasses from the cupboard; then, after a moment's thought, added a third. While Lupin might be resting at present, Snape was certain the other man would not wish to miss this evening's activities. Pouring a glass full of the red liquid, he handed it to Harry before taking another for himself.
"There is a Refilling Charm on the bottle," he explained when Potter looked befuddled. "Drink all you like."
Potter sipped tentatively; then his face relaxed into a smile. "It's good. Is there something special in it?"
"If you are asking whether it is an aphrodisiac or stimulant of some sort, the answer is no." Snape let his eyes travel over Potter's body, clothed in his usual eclectic and unflattering Muggle garments. His gaze lingered on the modest bulge visible through the worn denim fabric. "Surely you do not need one?"
Once again Potter went crimson, and he muttered, "No," taking a larger gulp.
Smiling, Snape lifted a glass to his own lips. Cranberry was not his favorite, but in addition to its diuretic qualities, the juice was mildly antiseptic -- an asset to the plans he had. And unlike the previous evening when he had required a stiff drink before exposing his genitals to a werewolf, tonight he intended to remain sober.
"What's in this?" Potter asked.
"Red wine with cranberry and citrus juices," Snape told him, holding his glass to the light. "Not unlike Spanish sangria, but the wine is French and many of these fruits are unavailable on the Iberian peninsula." He preferred Malaysian leech-limes to their common cousins, and lychee sweetened the pale, sour citrus juice.
Glancing curiously back at him, Potter smiled. "Seems like it should have one of those little paper umbrellas. I never took you for a flowery cocktail drinker."
"Only when I intend to drink it passed down from someone else," replied Snape, and his smirk grew as Potter's eyes grew huge behind his glasses. The bulge in his jeans seemed to swell too. At least the boy wasn't pretending not to understand what Snape meant. "I see that you find that idea intriguing. Can you piss with an erection, or are we going to need to take care of that" -- he gestured at Potter's groin -- "first?"
"Uh." Potter bit his lip. "I can piss hard, but it's not easy. And I've never..."
"...pissed on another person?" Snape guessed.
"Not on purpose," mumbled Potter. "Not like this." He shoved his free hand into a pocket, causing the material to pull tightly and outline his now-hard cock. Snape doubted he had done so on purpose, which made it all the more delicious to see. Potter squirmed slightly, and asked, "What exactly do you want? And didn't you want Remus to, uh, be part of this too?"
"There will be ample opportunity for him to participate." Snape took another sip from his glass, savoring the complexity of the fruit and wine flavors, and stepped closer, speaking in the same tone of silky command that he had always found so effective when he wanted to rattle Potter's composure in the classroom. "What do I want? That depends in part on what you would be willing to do, Mister Potter."
The pulse beating rapidly in Potter's throat told him he had succeeded. "I don't," the younger man began, voice cracking. "Ah, I don't know if I can..." He gestured at his lap, the swollen cock raising a tent in the fabric of his jeans. "Not now, anyway."
Nodding, Snape lifted the bottle, filling Potter's glass once more. "Finish your drink," he murmured, and Potter obeyed, gulping the sweet mixture. When the glass was nearly empty, Snape took it from Potter's hand and set it down; then he settled his own fingers against Potter's groin, pressing them against the warm ridge. Potter bit back a moan.
"If I do take care of this," Snape continued in the same soft voice, "then might you be willing to indulge me?"
"How do you want me to, ah," Potter's voice quavered, "I mean... it will, you know..." He flushed again. "It's awfully messy."
Tempted though he was to point out that even a wizard years Potter's junior could surely manage a simple Scourgify, Snape merely nodded. "I noticed that you had a bathtub," he said offhandedly.
"Y-yes," stammered Potter as Snape stroked him through his trousers. "Upstairs, next to Remus' room." He moaned again and a spot of dampness darkened the fabric. "Not sure if I can walk that far like this."
"Try," Snape told him, moving his hand to Potter's shoulder and nudging him in the proper direction. Potter was far more likely to be relaxed and willing to overcome any piss-shyness in the immediate afterglow of orgasm, which meant that it would be only sensible to bring him to that state in a location he would consider suitable. Moreover, it might not be a bad idea to have Lupin nearby.
Potter grimaced and trembled slightly as he began to walk, but he went as ordered. Snape flicked his wand at the bottle of juice and the three glasses, which trailed obediently behind him up the stairs and down the hallway to the bathroom.
The tub was an enormous old claw-footed monstrosity, more than large enough for two, three if they were well-acquainted. Which they were becoming, Snape thought with anticipation. Potter looked almost desperate, reaching for the fastening of his jeans. Snape slapped his hands gently aside to draw the zip down himself, enjoying the sight as Potter's cock sprang free.
"No pants?" he purred. "And here I thought you weren't expecting me."
"I put them on this morning when I went to make Remus breakfast," Potter started to explain, but his words dissolved in a moan when Snape put his hand on the hot shaft and stroked slowly from base to tip, where he let his fingers draw down the foreskin. A drop of fluid gleamed in the slit, and he bent his head to taste it, waving the glasses and bottle onto the sink and reaching back to hand his own mostly-full drink to Potter.
"Have some more." Carefully Snape maneuvered Potter's jeans down his legs and away while listening to the sounds of gulping and swallowing. The way Potter shifted his weight and whimpered softly when Snape lifted each foot to pull off his socks told him that the juice was having the desired effect. "Feeling full yet?" he smirked.
Biting his lip, Potter nodded, and Snape hummed his approval as he began to shed his own clothing. "Listen carefully," he said. "This is what I would like to do. I am going to kneel in the tub and suck your prick. After you have ejaculated and allowed your prick to deflate sufficiently, you will quite naturally wish to empty your bladder. Don't think about it: just allow the piss to flow. Should feel that you cannot wait while I am sucking you, you may at any time withdraw and relieve yourself immediately. Are you willing?"
Potter was more than willing; he moaned softly each time he exhaled, standing with his hips thrust forward as if he planned to shove his cock at Snape if Snape didn't touch it again soon. Pushing the last of his clothes away, Snape stepped into the tub and reached for him. "Get in."
Hastily Potter complied, nearly falling when he did not lift one foot quite high enough and caught it on the edge of the tub. Snape steadied him with a hand on either hip, then sank to his knees. If Potter took very long, this position would be uncomfortable; Snape considered padding the floor of the tub with a towel, but decided that it was unlikely Potter had enough control to make it a problem.
Instead he leaned forward and inhaled the scent of fresh rut, savoring the knowledge that Potter was this hard for him, before exhaling damply over the head of Potter's cock. A moan, and Potter's hands came to rest on his head, fingers threading into his hair. At least the boy knew better than to try to force him to haste. Snape paused, but Potter only waited, his prick bobbing as he breathed, a whimper of anticipation escaping his throat.
When Snape finally began, he took in nearly all of Potter's cock at once and simply held it in his mouth for a moment, using the tip of his tongue to rub across the base of the hard shaft. Slowly he pulled back, letting his tightened lips increase the pressure and suction naturally as he moved. Potter cried out and Snape tasted a hint of bitterness.
Oh, yes, Potter was nearly there already; Snape would not be kneeling long enough to grow sore. He wondered whether Potter's orgasmic cries would summon Lupin, and rather hoped not; an audience was much more likely to inhibit Potter from providing what Snape wanted immediately after the climax. If Lupin was still as sore as he had been in the morning, it would be better to join him in bed later. By then, having indulged Snape in this particular activity, perhaps Potter would be more inclined to let Lupin mark them both.
"Oh, fuck, I'm..." gasped Potter, bucking into Snape's mouth as his lips slid down the shaft. His fingers clenched in Snape's hair. He was certainly too hard to relieve himself now, so Snape sucked the cock into his throat and swallowed around it, listening to the soft hiss of pleasure from Potter's lips that sounded almost like Parseltongue. He wondered whether Potter could be encouraged to speak that sibilant language while urinating, the whispered syllables echoing the sound of pissing..
"Ahh, ahh, ahh!" Potter breathed, hips jerking in Snape's hands. "Severus, can't wait!" The cock pulsed hard against his tongue, and then Snape felt his mouth fill with hot, bitter semen which he gulped down in anticipation of what was to come.
He considered whether to keep Potter's cock in his mouth and see whether Potter would overcome all likely disgust to piss there, but decided that it would be too much to ask of him yet. As the proud flesh began to wilt, Snape ran his tongue over it to lick away the final drops, then relinquished it and moved his head slightly aside, stroking his fingers along Potter's hips and thighs.
"Now relax. Do not think. You need to piss; let it happen," he commanded. Glancing up, he saw Potter's eyes flutter shut. If he needed to imagine himself alone, very well. "Do it," he said once more, and first a few drops, then a thin golden stream, began to spurt from Potter's still half-hard prick, fountaining upward a few inches before falling onto Snape's cheek and shoulder.
The scent was strong; it had not been all that long since Potter had begun drinking Snape's juice concoction, and Snape guessed that earlier in the afternoon he had had a coffee, which usually produced a pungent odor in urine. Not that it mattered, feeling the hot liquid splash across his skin. Snape moved so that the flow would trickle across his chest, his belly, and then his aching prick, wetting his fingers in it and sliding them around his balls before he began to stroke himself firmly.
A gasp made him lift his eyes from Potter's cock to his face: the younger man had opened his eyes and was watching Snape, breath coming unevenly. Potter grasped his own cock and aimed, the stream gaining strength as it poured over Snape's body. He moaned, and Potter, looking relieved and a bit smug, jerked his hand and sent a jet of piss across Snape's face.
"Dirty boy," Snape murmured approvingly, letting his tongue dart out of his mouth to taste the dampness on his cheek. His hand was moving frantically, pulling at his cock.
"You like that?" Potter asked, squatting a bit and thrusting his hips forward to squirt Snape's cock again, the stream sputtering, then restarting. "Don't think you can call me dirty... sir." The younger man was flushed but grinning behind the glasses he still wore. Abruptly he released his prick and let the stream spray wildly as he crouched, reaching to put his hand on Snape's. "Show me. Let me feel you come."
Snape shivered as Potter touched him. "Keep pissing," he demanded, though he knew Potter could not have much left, and Potter obliged, aiming himself so that the golden flow hit both their hands and trickled down Snape's balls. He felt a surge, almost there, and heard Potter inhale sharply. "Look at me."
Wide green eyes stared into his own. Potter had never been able to block him reliably, and now Snape used that to his advantage, feeding him the sensations that he was reveling in: the physical delight in heat and wetness like an ejaculation turned inside out, the subtle satisfaction of taking pleasures that most people considered debauched, the gratification of eliciting trust to indulge those pleasures. As he focused on the feelings, they built quickly to a peak and he found himself spilling into Potter's hand, stringy white mingling with the last yellow drops of urine, and he clutched at Potter to stay upright.
"Oh, my god," whispered Potter. He blinked and swallowed. "I thought it would be humiliating, but it's not at all, is it?"
Snape shook his head, unclenching his hands from Potter's hips. "Not for me," he said when he had recovered his voice sufficiently. He knew from having been in Potter's mind that the unchecked, wicked part of it of which the boy was rather ashamed had liked the idea of humiliating his former professor. The combination of titillation and shame was quite arousing. "You enjoyed that."
Blushing scarlet again, Potter nodded, reaching past Snape's head to turn on the faucets. He grabbed a cloth and soap and wiped them both clean, wringing the suds over the open drain. Then he paused, looking uneasy. "Did you want to, um..."
"Perhaps later, if you decide you would like it." Snape waved a hand dismissively, reaching back for the plug. A few minutes of soaking in warm water and drinking juice would be a pleasant diversion, and Snape wasn't done with Potter... nor had he even begun with the werewolf.
As if on cue, Lupin shuffled into the room, smiling at Potter and raising an eyebrow at Snape. "Severus. This is a pleasant surprise. Testing another potion?"
"No, but have a drink." Snape gestured at the bottle, watching as Lupin poured himself a glass and took a sip. "The ingredients will boost your immune system and help you recover from your transformation."
"How very thoughtful." Lupin's smile was knowing. "I suppose I need not remind you that the waning moon is a time when my energies ebb. Anything that restores them is welcome." He began to unknot the belt of his shabby maroon dressing-gown. "May I join you?"
"Of course," said Potter before Snape could respond, and reversed himself to settle between Snape's thighs. Then he pulled away and twisted to look at Snape. "You don't mind, do you?"
"No." He was too recently satisfied to react to the press of Potter's arse against his prick, and simply wrapped one arm loosely around Potter's waist. "Lupin, pour some juice for us before you get in."
"Only if you'll call me Remus," said Lupin, smiling. "It's not that difficult a name to say."
"Remus." Snape made it a half-growl.
"Thank you." Lupin handed him a filled glass and gave the third to Potter before climbing into the tub holding his own. He leaned against the back of the tub, looking weary; more than a few white hairs were scattered over his scarred chest.
"Did you rest well?" asked Snape. The potion he had given Lupin the night before should have eased the worst of the pain, but he was probably exhausted -- they had slept very little.
"Quite well. Harry took good care of me." Lupin smiled fondly at Potter, who squirmed against Snape, taking a drink from his glass. "I slept nearly all day, except when he fed me. What did I miss?"
"Not a lot," Potter said hastily. "Severus only got here maybe half an hour ago. I just, um, pissed on him a bit."
"Did you," said Remus conversationally, trying without success to suppress his grin. Over Potter's shoulder Snape met his eyes and allowed himself a satisfied smile. "That explains this delicious cocktail." Lupin toasted Snape with his glass. "Did you enjoy it?"
Snape could not see Potter's face, but his neck turned red. "Yeah. After you two mentioned it this morning, I thought about it most of the day. It wasn't like I thought it would be, though."
"No?" Lupin asked. "What had you expected?"
"I guess that it would be degrading to the person who was being pissed on. Even though I'd expect him to like it too, if he wanted it done. But Severus wasn't ashamed; he showed me how he felt and it was incredible." Potter's voice trailed off, and he hunched his shoulders.
"I assured Harry that he need not be on the receiving end until and unless he decides he would like to try it," said Snape, catching and holding Lupin's gaze as he lifted his glass and took a large gulp.
As Snape expected, Lupin understood. "You must be starting to feel full, then." He licked his lips. "I'll be quite happy to indulge you, if you give me a few minutes for time and your tasty concoction to restore me a bit more first."
"There is no need for haste." Snape sipped again, and drew the fingers of his free hand along Potter's chest, pausing to circle a nipple. Potter jumped a little. The pressure of the firm young body against his own made Snape uncomfortable -- unlike Potter, he had been drinking fruit juice since early in the afternoon, and despite what he had just said to Lupin, his bladder felt quite full. The discomfort was worthwhile, however, if it would make Potter an eager participant when the time came.
Lupin, at least, was looking decidedly less tired and more cheerful than he had been a few minutes earlier. Snape had little doubt that it was not the ascorbic acid but the anticipation of dirty sex that had revived him. He finished his drink quickly and Snape waved the bottle over to refill it, smiling to himself when Potter, too, held out his glass for more of the sweet mixture.
"You're looking very cheerful, Severus," observed Lupin. "I'm guessing that you enjoyed what Harry did."
Naturally, Lupin would want to hear all the details, and Snape was happy to oblige him. "He was pleasantly agreeable," Snape explained, feeling Potter squirm. "I suspected that he would be too aroused to urinate, so I brought him to orgasm in my mouth first. " Potter let out a soft whimper, making Remus grin. "After that it was easy to persuade him to empty his bladder."
"On you," Remus finished, still grinning. "I never dared hope that you would be such an enthusiast for this particular activity."
"Whyever not?" Snape was genuinely curious. "Given that you apparently are, why would you assume that I would not be?" He used his foot to brush along Lupin's thigh, making the water ripple.
"I suppose -- no offense meant -- that I felt you were too repressed to enjoy something so uninhibited," said Lupin. "I guessed quite a long time ago that you preferred men in your bed, but that needn't have meant that you also liked sex that was unconventional in other ways. Your public persona, is after all," he smiled, "very buttoned-down. You have had reasons for behaving so, but it does make it difficult for someone observing you to have any chance of discovering your propensities."
What Lupin said was true enough, Snape admitted to himself. Indeed it was pleasing to know that he had successfully deceived others besides Potter. "I see," he said aloud. "Well, I shall have to demonstrate to you just how much of an enthusiast I am."
"He tasted it," volunteered Potter unexpectedly.
"Did he?" Lupin's eyes widened. "Tell me, Severus, have you ever drunk from the source?"
"I have." The memory brought a rush of warmth. His prick stirred against Potter's arse, and he shifted a bit; his bladder was growing more insistent in its need for release.
"Ahh..." Lupin licked his lips again. "Perhaps that would be of interest to you tonight, then."
Watching Lupin's tongue flick over his mouth at the thought of tasting piss decided Snape. "Up, Harry," he ordered, nudging Potter's bottom with his hand until Potter shifted away, rising to sit on the edge of the tub with his feet spread for balance. Snape pulled out the plug. The water swirled down the drain as he set aside his glass and stood, smirking at Lupin.
"Hold this for me, Harry?" asked Remus, passing his own glass over and stretching his legs out on the tub's bottom. Snape watched his erect prick emerge as the water drained around it and smiled when Lupin reached out to stroke it, leaning against the rear of the tub and looking quite relaxed.
"I have been drinking juice since before dinnertime," Snape announced, looking down at Lupin in undisguised anticipation. From the corner of his eye he could see Potter, already hard again, wrap a hand around the base of his own cock. Remus smiled at him approvingly, and Snape ordered, "Keep drinking. Your piss will be much sweeter." With a breathless moan, Harry nodded, and Snape stepped forward so that he was standing between Lupin's legs directly above his chest.
"Shower me, Severus," Lupin murmured. After a moment more of delicious anticipation, Snape released a forceful jet. The stream spattered noisily off Lupin's chest and he groaned.
Apparently Lupin had meant "shower" in earnest; he leaned forward to put his body in the spray, raising his arms to let it flow down his sides, twisting his head to allow his face and hair to be drenched, wiping the excess over his shoulders so that it could flow down his back. Potter was groaning, hand moving rapidly on himself, but Snape had no wish to tear his eyes from Lupin while the werewolf was bathing so eagerly in his piss.
As the torrent slowed, Lupin parted his lips, letting the stream flow into his mouth. He swallowed once, making a small humming noise, and let the rest spill down the sides of his face. His hand had continued to stroke his cock. "I missed this," he whispered. Snape supposed that Lupin had been unable to convince his erstwhile lover Tonks to indulge such a fancy, and wondered with whom Lupin had done it before.
"There is not much more," Snape warned Lupin. "If you wish to climax while I am showering you..."
It was Potter who came first, however, spattering over Lupin's wet belly, even as Lupin jerked himself rapidly to orgasm in the last jets of piss as Snape tapped himself out.
Lupin sighed happily. "Delicious, Severus." He wiped at his face, blinking, and Snape reached for a facecloth to clean the fluid from around his eyes. "I could almost have come from the sheer sensation... have you ever done that?"
"Mm. Once or twice. It is difficult to achieve the proper balance between relaxing into the moment and allowing the tension of one's response to reach a peak," said Snape. He turned to look at Potter. "You seem to have relaxed into this moment quite well."
Potter nodded, flushing deep red. "It was watching Remus touch himself, partly, but more the way he obviously liked how it felt and wasn't worried about what anyone else thought. Um. It made me think of Moony last night."
Snape glanced at Lupin, who laughed softly. "If you think I have no shame now, you should know that when I'm a wolf, I actively seek out the scent of urine, whether it's from animals in the woods or on anyone I might happen to be near. If you pissed in front of me, I would probably lap it up. And I have been known to mark, as a wolf." He shrugged, dropping his eyes. "Not only when I have permission. I get carried away in the moment sometimes and lift my leg."
Potter did not seem discomfited by this confession, grinning and picking up his glass for another drink. "Can't be any weirder than what we've already done. Though I still think... not in the face." He glanced at Snape and his expression grew bashful. "Would you really..." He cleared his throat, then gulped down another swallow of the juice mixture, avoiding their eyes. "You'd really, what Remus said, drink from the source, like he did?"
"Yes. I would let you piss in my mouth," Snape clarified, relishing the way Potter squirmed and squeezed his cock as though the idea alone were unbearably arousing. "You have been drinking my elixir for a sufficient time that the taste would be acceptable."
Nodding, Remus licked his lips. "It's quite a good concoction. I doubt that I've had enough of it yet to ask anyone to taste mine."
"Perhaps not, but if you empty your bladder now and keep drinking, I would be willing later," Snape told him. He glanced speculatively at Potter. "Do you wish to watch? Or have we made you sufficiently curious to want to try it?"
Potter bit his lip, but he was already nodding. "It's too soon for me to come again," he said contritely to Remus. "Though maybe that's a good thing... I won't feel pressured to, you know, what Severus said, reach a peak. But, Severus..."
He squirmed again, and Snape raised his eyebrows. "Yes?"
"After Remus does it, since I've been sitting here drinking and I'm a little full, but probably not so full that it would be too much, would you let me...?"
"I have said that I would drink from you, Harry," Snape repeated. "If you find it too difficult, or if you decide that it disturbs you, you need not continue. However, I would prefer to move someplace more comfortable than this bathtub before Remus takes a turn at showering me."
"More comfortable?" Potter gulped. "Like where?"
"I'd be happy to play host, as it were," offered Lupin. "My bed seemed sufficiently large for three last night."
"But..."
"Scourgify is a useful spell," Snape pointed out. "I assure you that we will cause no permanent damage to Remus' room or bed."
"No," said Potter firmly. He lifted his hands as Snape and Lupin both looked at him. "That is, I have somewhere else in mind. The blue room, Remus, the one I mentioned to you? Unless you'd rather have us in yours."
"The blue room?" Lupin's gaze rested on Snape, though he spoke to Harry. "That seems appropriate. However, despite what Severus rightly says about Scourgify, I think I'd appreciate a rinse first." He rubbed a finger over the piss that was now mostly dry and tightening his skin.
Snape turned on the water once more, flipping it over to the shower as soon as the temperature was warm enough, and they took turns sluicing off. Potter had a stack of towels sitting on a shelf, and as the first out, he took it upon himself to dry off first Lupin, then Snape as they stepped out. He was brisk and thorough but managed to make it a sensual experience nonetheless.
"Where is this room?" The way that Potter had rubbed his genitals with the towel, teasing by the sheer fact that he had not tried to tease, had Snape more eager than he had expected. "And what is so special about it, if I may inquire?"
Potter's flush extended well down his torso. "I was telling Remus that I thought it should be your room, any time you wished to stay at Grimmauld Place."
Snape raised an eyebrow, uncertain whether to be flattered or perturbed at Potter's presumption. This was, after all, still the Black ancestral home, and Snape had any number of unpleasant memories set within its walls.
On the other hand, if he intended to keep seeing both Potter and Lupin -- which he did, as his spontaneous visit this evening had likely made clear to them both -- it would be desirable to have a place to which he could retreat so that the three of them need not be on top of one another all the time. "Just why is this room called the 'blue room'?" he asked in a noncommittal tone.
"Oh, that." Potter was still blushing. "It has this old canopy bed with blue tapestries -- don't worry, Fred and George got all the doxies out while they were living here." This was not a comfort, though Snape was quite capable of stamping out a doxy infestation on his own. "If you object to blue, I'm sure we can find some Slytherin green in the linen closet."
"If you intend for me to stay here, I would prefer my own linens," Snape announced.
For a moment Potter looked indignant; then he smiled. "Well, of course, if you are going to stay here, you can do whatever you like." Dropping the towels into the hamper, he picked up the pile of clothing and gestured toward the door. "It's at the end of this hallway. I'm afraid you and Remus will have to share the tub -- there's only a water closet with a sink connected -- but the room has its own fireplace."
Apparently Potter had given this quite a bit of thought, Snape realized when he stepped inside. The room was not large, but it was sufficient to hold an oversized bed and a writing desk, as well as an intricately carved old armoire that must have belonged to the Blacks. Pulling his wand out from the pile of clothing, Potter set a fire roaring in the grate and immediately the air grew warmer. "If there's something you don't like, we can change it," he said uncertainly.
Snape waved glasses and juice bottle to settle on the desk. "It will do as it is for now."
"I'm glad," said Potter, and his face relaxed, making him look even younger than he was, almost vulnerable, and surprisingly like Lily Evans. He climbed up onto the bed and settled cross-legged near one of the bedposts. Snape noted that the posts were sturdier than he might have expected; a closer look showed marks suggesting that, once upon a time, they had been used to secure restraints. He suspected that Potter would not have recognized that, although Lupin doubtless had.
"The armoire reminds me of the one in my rooms the year I taught at Hogwarts," Lupin commented. "That was charmed so that it held three times as much as a Muggle one of the same size. I don't know if this has a similar charm -- do you, Harry?"
"No, I don't. Sirius told me about some of the magic in the house..." Potter bit his lip and looked at Snape. "And Ginny and I figured out a few things over the years. But we never used this room ourselves so I have no idea."
"It scarcely matters at the moment. When it does, I will investigate." Before he moved to join Potter on the bed, Snape indicated the juice. "Would you care for more, either of you, or are you full enough already?"
"I meant to empty out and start fresh," said Lupin. "Excuse me."
He made as if to go out the door, but Snape said, "No need for that, I think. Harry?"
"What? Oh, um, no, Remus, it's all right." Potter's hand crept to his prick. "And I'd probably better not drink any more just now or it might be too much." He took a deep breath. "I'd like to piss on you, Severus. When Remus does. Both of us at the same time."
"Do you want to piss in my mouth?" Snape kept his voice low and calm, belying the rush of excitement he felt to hear such words from Harry Potter's lips.
Potter was blushing, but he was also nodding. "Yes."
"Then I think perhaps it would be better if you and Remus did it one at a time, not in tandem," Snape told him. "I would prefer not to risk distraction." He also did not want to risk Potter's attention being diverted by Lupin -- Snape knew that he only dared keep his eyes open if he was very certain of Potter's aim, and he very much wanted to be able to see Potter's face. "Lupin, if you wish to go first..."
"No, wait," interrupted Potter, catching Lupin around the wrist. "I want you to do it on me. After. If you can wait." Potter's eyes were still on Snape. "Or you both can, but I think only below the neck."
His voice was apologetic, and Lupin said quickly, "Harry, you don't have to do this at all if you don't want to."
"I do want to. I'm just nervous." Potter turned a quavering smile on Lupin. "And I feel sort of badly that we started without you."
At that, Lupin laughed aloud. "I'm delighted Severus was able to entice you." He turned a grin on Snape. "I can wait. I'm rather slow at everything when the moon begins to wane. But I'd like to watch, if you don't mind."
"Of course not." Were their positions reversed, Snape would want to watch Potter pissing on Lupin; he could well understand the appeal. Considering how best to do it -- he would need to be able to swallow easily -- he said, "I shall sit on the floor, and Harry can stand in front of me." Standing would also feel familiar to Potter and perhaps help ensure that he was relaxed enough to manage.
Suiting actions to words, Snape lowered himself to the floor, leaning against the side of the bed and crossing his legs tailor-fashion. Lupin came and knelt beside him.
"May I?" he asked, reaching to stroke Snape's prick as Potter scrambled down off the bed again and stood before them. Snape nodded.
"Harry, are you ready?"
At Potter's quick but shaky nod, Snape said, "Start by aiming at my chest, or my groin, if you would rather. Then you can move up to my mouth. I want to have my eyes open, so be careful."
"All right." Potter stood still for a moment, his hand on his partly-hard cock, and Snape hoped that he was not already too aroused to urinate. Then the first few drops fell, wetting Lupin's hand where it moved on Snape's prick, and Potter whimpered.
"Come, Harry, look at me. Let me drink," Snape reminded him, then stopped speaking to hold his mouth open, catching Potter's gaze.
Potter shuddered, but something in him responded to the command the same way he had responded to all of Snape's erotic demands: he surrendered as if the instruction had freed him to take what he wanted. Piss sprayed over Snape's chest in a hot jet, moving up to his chin and then spilling between his lips. The taste was diluted and faintly sweet. Snape swallowed, keeping his eyes on Potter's as the excess liquid spilled out the corners of his mouth, over his throat, into his hair.
Potter was watching with his own lips parted and eyes huge behind his glasses. As if from a distance, Snape heard Lupin whimper, and the hand on his prick faltered. He could not tell whether the other man's distress stemmed from desire, envy, or Lupin's own urgent need to relieve himself, but he could not bear to look away from the streaming cock to see.
Potter, however, had other ideas, jerking his cock in Lupin's direction while Snape gulped down another mouthful of his piss. The spray splattered onto the werewolf's skin. Shifting closer to Snape, Lupin bent to suck his prick while Potter continued to piss on both of them until the stream came to an abrupt halt. "I think I'm too hard," the boy panted.
Nodding, for he was quite rigid as well, Snape touched Lupin on the shoulder, encouraging him to straighten. "Your turn," he said.
"And mine," Potter reminded him. He was already stroking himself, apparently determined to discover the pleasures of receiving this attention. "Severus, if you're too hard to piss now, can I sit between your legs? I want your hands on me while Lupin does it to me."
"Certainly," Snape replied, pleased that Potter was taking the initiative and even more so when the young man rubbed his buttocks against Snape's chest before settling in his lap, squeezing Snape's cock between them. For his part, Snape reached around and put his hand on Potter's erection, waiting for the moment when Lupin would give him his first experience of being showered so intimately.
Lupin shifted to face them, rising back onto his knees. "Too awkward." He hesitated a moment before bending forward, brushing his lips over Harry's on the way to reach Snape's, licking up the lingering drops of piss as his tongue slid eagerly into Snape's mouth.
"Mm. Sorry, I had to taste," he said as he pulled away, and smiled. "I think I shall want your recipe for this concoction, Severus. Later." He moved closer, until he was only inches away from where Snape was stroking Potter, and let loose with a spray of urine, hot and more pungent than Potter's had been as it fell onto fingers and cock together.
"Oh!" Potter gasped and jerked backward against Snape, but his prick swelled, throbbing in response to the flow. "Oh fuck, Remus," he babbled, squirming deliciously and thrusting into Snape's hand.
"I'm going to piss on you too," Snape growled into Potter's ear. "I can manage even now." And with an effort, he did, although having emptied himself on Lupin earlier, the stream was weak and would not last long. He was pissing against the backside of Potter's balls, and Lupin against his cock. The sound of liquid dripping onto the wet carpet was a faint counterpoint to Potter's half-formed sentences.
"Ahh, please Remus, Severus, fuck!" Potter trembled violently, and for an instant Snape worried that he would have a seizure of some kind. Then his cock twitched, his head fell back and he shouted as he came, not producing a great deal of semen but making up for it in the volume of his cries.
Snape nodded approvingly at Lupin, who was looking at Potter in delighted wonder. "I believe he appreciated that."
"Oh fuck," Potter groaned again, sagging back against him. "Yes. But I have to tell you, Severus, I could come just listening to you threaten to do it."
Lupin grinned, though as he sat back on his heels, he also looked drained, as if emptying his bladder had also depleted his energy. "You should be in bed," insisted Snape, ignoring his embarrassed pleasure at Potter's words. "Harry, help him up."
Reluctantly, or so it seemed to Snape, Potter slid away from him and pushed himself upright, reaching with both hands to help Lupin to his feet. The rug beneath and around Snape was soaking wet, still warm, and he felt some reluctance as he used a Scourgify to erase the evidence of their activities. Then he did the same on their bodies, watching as Lupin swayed against Potter, biting his lip.
"I think I had better rest," the werewolf said apologetically, sitting on the bed.
"Want me to get you something to eat?" Potter's attention had turned immediately to Lupin, and Snape felt an irrational, irritable surge of jealousy. "Or do you need another blanket?"
"I wouldn't say no to food," admitted Lupin, pulling his legs up and crawling beneath the bedcovers. "I haven't eaten much today. You don't mind?"
"'Course not." Harry smiled at him. "That was pretty amazing. Severus, you'll stay with him while I go find something?"
"I will." As Potter disappeared out the door, Snape poured Lupin another glass of juice. "For restorative purposes, nothing more," he said as he handed it over. "It does have a high nutritive value, as well as its other qualities."
Lupin accepted it and sipped. "Severus, we should talk."
"About what?" said Snape warily. Lupin's fingers found his wrist and Snape allowed himself to be pulled to sit on the bed.
"This." Lupin gestured at the two of them, continuing the motion to include Potter downstairs. "I know you are reluctant to make any kind of commitment. Merlin knows that someone in my situation finds it equally difficult. But I feel a responsibility toward Harry." He flushed slightly. "Though I realize that becoming sexually involved with him might seem to contradict that, it's true. He's becoming attached to you and I would rather not see him hurt unnecessarily."
"To me? Remus, it should be perfectly obvious that he is more attached to you. He asked you to piss on him first, and his concern just now was that you be comfortable."
"Mm." Lupin shook his head. "Don't tell me you haven't noticed how he has been looking at you, these past several days, like a puppy wanting to follow you home. For goodness' sake, Severus, it was you whom he wanted to have drink from him; I can't think of anything more intimate than that."
"He is young." Snape waved a hand dismissively, then stopped to pull the blankets higher on the recuperating werewolf's hunched form. "He has only just discovered his attraction to men. By the end of the year he might well again be pursuing a woman. I expect he wanted me to drink from him because he still believes there to be an element of humiliation in the act. He is enjoying exploring those aspects of himself -- nothing more."
"He is young," agreed Lupin, nodding slowly as he studied Snape. "And starved for affection, as you have no doubt noted. I daresay he stayed with Ginny for as long as he did because it can be more pleasant to be with someone for whom you have fond feelings than to be alone -- surely you realize I have made similar choices. Harry was miserable about being alone when Ginny left, but does he seem broken up over the end of their relationship? He's attached to you in an entirely different way, and it concerns me."
Again Snape couldn't decide which was stronger: his annoyance at the demands being placed upon him or the unfamiliar warmth he felt in his chest at the suggestion that Potter craved his presence. "What about you?" he asked pointedly.
He had meant to inquire whether there wasn't some possibility that Lupin might meet a woman or at the very least wish for more independence than he was likely to find living with a needy twenty-whatever-Potter-was, but Lupin misconstrued the question. "You must have guessed by now how long I've been interested in you, Severus," came the quiet reply. "If you're asking whether I'm a bit jealous of Harry's interest in you, I'd have to lie to deny it, but I want you here as well, very much."
He hadn't, in fact, realized that Lupin's attraction was of such long standing. There had been hints, back in school, but after the incident with Black -- bile still rose in his throat to think of it -- Snape had dismissed the idea completely, and the intervening years had not given him cause to change his mind. Lupin had seemed quite happy with the Metamorphmagus. Or had he? Snape had never paid enough attention to know. To hear Lupin say in so many words that he wanted Snape would have been flattering in some degree even if Snape felt nothing in return, which was by no means the case.
"I have enjoyed your company, too," he said awkwardly, at which Lupin laughed a little.
"Sometimes I think you'll never change, Severus." He rested his hand on Snape's thigh, not in a suggestive manner, simply as a friendly contact, though Snape did not understand how he was so certain of the difference. "That's what worries me, about Harry. He deserves -- he needs -- reciprocation."
"Have I not done so?" Snape protested. "If I did not care for the boy too, I would not have come to your table in the Leaky Cauldron last Friday to begin with; I certainly would not be here now. And Potter has been enthusiastic about everything the three of us have done."
"That's not quite what I mean." Lupin's voice was level. "As you should know well. Do you think he asked you to stay here just to make sharing a bed more convenient? Physical pleasure is all very well, but it is the emotional connection that Harry needs. As do I. As do you, Severus. You don't have to fall in love with him --"
"Thank Merlin for small favors," Snape interrupted sardonically.
"-- but you really ought to show him that you care. If you do. Because if you don't, I will do all that I can to make Harry see that it would be unwise to let this go on."
"This is blackmail," said Snape through gritted teeth. "Damn you, Lupin. What right have you to interfere? You want this just as much as I do."
At that moment Potter walked through the door, carrying one tray of food while another floated in behind him. "It's mostly leftovers," he apologized. "Tomorrow I'll go shopping. Is there anything in particular you like to keep around, Severus?"
Snape avoided the look he could sense Lupin shooting in his direction, craning his neck to see precisely what was on the tray. When Potter set it down on the desk, he spotted roast beef from the night before last, fresh vegetables, bread, cheese, more than half a pie... his mouth watered. "That looks quite sufficient, and I am famished," he announced.
After what Lupin had just said, Snape could not fail to notice when Potter beamed with pleasure. "I'm not used to cooking. All the Weasleys learned from Molly, so Ginny was always much better at it." Potter spoke the name of his former lover offhandedly, without any regret. "And I can't make anything like that juice. Where did you get fruit like that at this time of year?"
"Evidently you have not visited Spitalfields Market," Snape replied. He was still aware of Lupin's eyes on him, and added awkwardly, "Perhaps you would like to accompany me on the weekend -- in addition to produce and Indian chutneys, there are a number of furniture stalls. This room could do with a proper bookshelf and I must have a rack to store potions ingredients."
"Sounds like a plan. If this room isn't large enough, there's a cellar under the kitchen that would make an excellent storeroom, perhaps even a small laboratory with a bit of work." Potter smiled cheerfully at him, passing over a plate for Remus and another for Snape himself. "You like Quidditch, right? Oliver gave me tickets to see Puddlemere United. They're playing the Harpies on Saturday. We could all go."
Snape did enjoy watching Quidditch, though he would have preferred to see a former Slytherin player to a Gryffindor. He was also uncertain whether he wished to be seen someplace so public with Potter and Lupin, either one of whom would attract the attention of any gossipy reporters present. He sighed inwardly. Perhaps it was not to be avoided. "Will you be sufficiently recovered?" he asked Lupin.
"By then, oh yes." Lupin had folded a slice of beef onto the heel of the bread, and bit into it. Swallowing, he said, "I would enjoy seeing Mister Wood in action again."
"Of course -- the year you taught Defense was his N.E.W.T. year, wasn't it?" Potter ate a handful of mange tout, the flat green pods crunching. "He's been moved up from the reserves and has been the starting Keeper for most of this year's games."
"What's Puddlemere's record? I haven't been following them closely this year," added Lupin.
"'S good," Potter answered through a mouthful of bread, then choked and started coughing.
"Most people learn that there are reasons why one finishes a bite before speaking by the time they are in school." Snape pounded him on the back.
"Most people don't have you to take care of them." Potter's smile was sunny, although Lupin looked censorious. "Right, then, Saturday we can go to your market in the morning and buy whatever you think is necessary, have a quick lunch someplace, then go to see the Puddlemere-Harpies match -- it's at two o'clock, I think. Will that suit you, Severus? Remus?"
"I have no other plans for next Saturday," said Lupin. "It sounds marvelous."
Snape swallowed a bite of pie, unsure whether it was for his own comfort or Potter's that he asked. "We spoke of this once before, Harry. If the three of us are seen together, there is likely to be public comment. You are certain you won't mind?"
"What's the worst they can say? 'The Boy Who Lived was spotted with a known werewolf and a former Death Eater, cheering on Puddlemere and eating licorice snaps'? Everyone already knows I argued for your pardon and signed that petition demanding reforms in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures."
Potter was still smiling, but Lupin glanced at Snape with faint suspicion on his face. "If anyone from the Daily Prophet is there, you might wake up to speculation about precisely what you were doing with us. That's what concerns you, isn't it, Severus?"
Before he could answer, Potter rolled his eyes. "Rita Skeeter has claimed I was dating everyone she's ever managed to photograph with me -- I particularly liked the caption on the picture of me getting bussed on the cheek by Neville's grandmother. That kept all my friends laughing for weeks. I doubt anyone takes it seriously, and if they do, so what?" Leaning over, he stuck his fork into Snape's pie and stole a bite. "'M'not never going out with you in public because of what someone might say."
The challenge remained in Lupin's expression. "Someone may take note if Severus has furniture and produce shipped to this address," he pointed out. The Fidelius charm on the house had been lifted after the war, and though it was still protected by several wards to keep celebrity-hunters away, there were people at the Prophet who knew where the Chosen One lived.
"They are as likely to believe that we are working on Wolfsbane improvements as that we are involved in a torrid affair," Snape said dismissively.
"Oh, I doubt that," Lupin reflected. "Sex sells, you know. Even if there were no evidence at all, Skeeter would invent something."
"Look, Severus." Potter set down his fork. "If you aren't happy about the idea of us, the three of us being together, and other people knowing -- I can understand why you value your privacy, after all the anti-Death Eater outcry and publicity after the war. The same goes for Remus, for different reasons. But you know what? I'm tired of being The Boy Who Lived and the Savior of the Wizarding World, in capital letters splashed across the headlines. I thought you would understand that. You've always treated me as if I were ordinary; if you thought I was getting too cocky, you cut me down." He laughed a little. "Actually you cut me down before I had the chance to be cocky, half the time. Don't you see, though, that if I were anyone else, Rita wouldn't bother to write about me? So to be myself I have to do what I would do if I weren't the great Harry Potter at all."
His tone was self-deprecating, yet he looked at Snape with anxiety painted across his face. Following the twists of Potter's reasoning was more than Snape could manage without a headache, but he could tell that Potter would keep pushing until he agreed. And, after all, how bad could the gossip be? He tried to forget the weeks of Howlers he had received after his pardon. Sharing a bed with Potter and Lupin surely would not provoke the same reaction, however fond of sexual innuendo and gossip the Prophet's readers might be.
"Very well." Snape knew his voice was stiff, and tried to soften it. "I haven't had a chance to see a professional Quidditch match in some time; I would enjoy going with you both." He managed to meet Lupin's eyes. "I will even buy you a packet of Chocolate Frogs to mark the occasion."
Abruptly Snape found his arms full of an enthusiastic Potter, who had shoved his plate aside. "Thank you," he said, kissing Snape on the cheek. "I really hoped... thank you."
To Snape's surprise, given how recently he had last climaxed and the lack of any salve to enhance his stamina, his prick gave an eager twitch. "If I am going to stay here, I must be able to complete my work when necessary," he said gruffly.
"Maybe I could help you." Over Potter's shoulder, Snape met Lupin's eyes. "You know I have difficulty finding work, a situation likely to continue until the Ministry reconsiders the restrictions on magical creatures passed under Fudge and Scrimgeour. Since Harry has been generous enough to offer me a place to stay, I'd be happy to assist you with potions -- I wasn't a bad student, you know."
Snape did not want to admit how much this idea appealed to him -- working one on one with Lupin, without any interference from Black or his other friends, was something he had occasionally wished for in his very early days at Hogwarts before he had any notion what Lupin was. "If you really wish to be associated with me, given that most of my clientele are the sort of people who would actively seek out a former Death Eater..." he began.
"Pfft." Lupin flipped his hand dismissively. "You are at least sought out by some, Severus, rather than avoided by all. It would be pleasant to have something useful to do." His mouth quirked in an impish smile. "Besides, if you need someone to test such potions as your Amatory Salve, I would be happy to serve as a guinea pig. You really ought to perfect and market the stuff."
Amatory Salve. Snape had not yet thought of a name for his new potion, but Lupin's suggestion was a good one.
"You should," seconded Potter. "That is... there isn't anything illegal in it, is there?"
"Nothing that the Ministry has declared Non-Tradeable," said Snape somewhat evasively. "Some of the ingredients are quite restricted in availability, however."
"So, charge a higher price." Lupin shrugged. "If there's a limited supply, you can sell less for more, especially given that unlike most such potions, this one actually works."
"As we can all attest. Although..." Potter wriggled against Snape. "You don't seem to need it tonight, and neither do I. But you left a half-vial in Remus' room, if he does."
"I think I would prefer to watch this time, Harry, though I appreciate your concern," said Lupin gently. "Severus, you don't mind, I take it?"
In fact, Snape did mind; he could not escape the sense that Lupin would be judging the depth or sincerity of his responses. As annoying as it would be to be found wanting, Snape was equally wary of allowing Lupin to see precisely how much he craved Potter's company. One would have thought that his presence here tonight should have signified a sufficient attachment to them both.
Leaning off the bed, he fumbled with the pile in which his robes and Potter's jeans were intertwined until he found the pocket he wanted. "Here, Remus, this is the same potion I gave you just after your transformation. It will make you more comfortable." It would also make Lupin more likely to find himself unable merely to watch, but Snape did not need to explain that just yet.
Smirking, he turned to Potter. "I am still recovering from our activities of last night. I would prefer to avoid penetration."
Blushing, Potter glanced down at his own hand, tightening the fingers into a fist. "I don't blame you. Do you want to fuck me?"
"Yes," Snape said. "Lie on your side facing Remus. Put your leg over his hip." Lupin pulled Potter closer as Snape shifted downward, brushing his lips along Potter's spine. As his tongue moved into the crevice, he heard Potter moan. Perfect: Lupin would be watching Potter's face instead of Snape's, and having Potter's erection pressing into him would likely revive Lupin's cock, even if he was too tired for acrobatics.
He muttered a cleaning charm before he reached Potter's arsehole; though he had enjoyed drinking Potter's urine, he was less fond of other bodily wastes. When he curled his tongue inside, there was only a faint trace of musky savor, just enough to be recognizably Potter.
"Ahh... fuck, Severus, oh fuck..." Potter's words cut off, and Snape guessed that Lupin was kissing him. He spread Potter's cheeks further apart with his hands and licked deeper into the soft spongy heat, feeling Potter quiver and press back, seeking more. Snape sealed his lips around the hole and sucked, his own prick leaping as he did so, almost as if Potter's mouth were engulfing it.
Oh, Potter was shameless, wasn't he? The gasps and moans from above made Snape smile to himself. For someone with so little experience -- with men, that was -- he was a more than willing participant now. Snape continued to hold Potter open with one hand and wrapped the other around his own cock, sliding the foreskin up and down and running his thumb over the leaking head.
He knew that he would have to stop licking Potter to lubricate him properly. Lupin might be willing to take Snape with nothing but saliva to ease the way, but it was doubtful that Potter would enjoy it. They did not need the salve from last night, though; he had brought another vial, and a silent Accio brought it from his robe pocket to his hand. Desire was always a factor in wandless magic, and that was something he had in abundance at the moment.
Lupin and Potter were still kissing when, with some reluctance, Snape pulled back and raised his head. Over Potter's hip he could see their hands on each other's cocks. His fingers slid easily inside Potter's arse, which pressed back as he spread the slick potion around the entrance and along the narrow channel toward the firm bulb of Potter's prostate. The younger man broke noisily away from Lupin to cry out when Snape brushed his fingers over it, inner muscles spasming.
Potter was young enough that even without Amatory Salve, he would not last long. "Brace yourselves," Snape warned the others as he withdrew his fingers and pressed his cock against the puckered hole, which stretched to admit him. Potter moaned again. His fingers were faltering on Lupin's cock, so Snape reached across his hip to grasp the werewolf's large organ near the base and stroke it. His fingers were still slippery and they slid easily over the warm skin.
"Oh, God," husked Lupin. "That's good, Severus." Potter, too, groaned approvingly, and Snape could feel Lupin speed up his attentions to Potter's prick.
"Too fast, Remus, I'll come!" gasped Potter breathlessly. He was bucking between Snape's cock and Lupin's hand, letting the motions of his body push his hand up and down above Snape's on Lupin's cock. "It's so good with both of you."
"Yes," Snape nodded wholehearted agreement. Potter was still exceptionally tight, his body firm and smooth in places where Snape had unsightly amounts of hair, and Lupin's grunts, though he was barely moving, were very arousing as well.
As he touched Lupin's cock and heard his impassioned growls, Snape remembered the furry sheath of the wolf's prick, how it had felt inside his arse, and thought that at the next full moon, perhaps he would dare to let the wolf finish inside him. It was just as well that was not possible now; were he to give in to such temptation after Potter's delightful ministrations last night, he would be far too sore to enjoy it.
Lupin had stopped stroking Potter, grasping his hip instead, and Snape wondered how close the younger man was, whether he could come without any further direct stimulation to his cock. Potter had said something about coming at the sound of his voice.
"You like having my prick up your arse, don't you, Harry?" he grunted into Potter's ear. "And you like having me tell you what to do, too, to piss in my mouth, for instance. Would you like it if I ordered you when to come? To hold back until I chose? Oh, yes, you would, I can tell." Harry's arse had spasmed around Snape's cock again, and the sounds he was making were wonderfully needy, even desperate. "Keep touching Remus with me. We're going to bring him off together while I'm still fucking you. But you are not going to come yet, not until I say."
"No," Potter whispered. "Oh fuck, oh!" He was still moving to Snape's rhythm, his hand sliding over Snape's as he tugged at Lupin's prick.
Lupin's eyes had opened as wide as his mouth and were staring at Snape, looking as eager as Potter sounded. "Don't think I haven't noticed how much you like to top from the bottom, Severus," he wheezed. "You love having an excuse to talk. You'd love to talk me step by step through fisting you just the way you did with Harry, wouldn't you?" Potter whimpered again and Snape twisted his hand on the head of Lupin's cock. "You do love giving orders."
"I didn't notice you complaining last night, Remus," Snape said as smoothly as he was capable of doing while his cock was sliding in Potter's arse. "Moony was a very enthusiastic participant when I asked him to fuck me."
"Oh fuck Severus can't hold on!" Potter wailed, while Remus let out a loud grunt and thrust into their hands.
"You will hold on. You will watch Remus when his prick starts to spurt, and when he has finished, I will rub his come onto you."
Potter's arse convulsed as Remus shuddered, moaning, "Severus!", and started to ejaculate.
Snape curled his hand above the head of Lupin's prick, catching the hot sticky splashes in his palm. "Control yourself, Harry," he ordered, although he doubted that Potter would be able to do so much longer. He slowed his own thrusts, waiting until Lupin had stopped shuddering. "Remus, would you help Harry?"
Nodding, Lupin took hold of Potter's cock, pressing firmly at the base, and Potter sobbed.
"You are incorrigible, Severus," said Lupin, still panting. "Quite ruthless, in fact."
Snape smirked over Potter's shoulder at him and brought his wetted hand to Potter's lips. "Taste. You worked for it, now taste." Potter's tongue flickered over his palm, lapping eagerly, slipping between Snape's fingers to catch every drop.
"Please, oh please." The words jerked out of Potter's throat, his hips moving backward, encouraging Snape to push in more deeply yet. "I need..."
"You need me to tell you when to come, and that is not quite yet, no, but soon," Snape told him. "Just a few moments more till I am ready, because I want to feel you around me when you do come, with that tight arse of yours milking my prick." Talking was becoming difficult; his cock ached, demanding release. "Let him go now, Remus. Three more thrusts, Harry, count them with me. One -- two -- three!"
With the third stroke he heard Potter howl, felt Potter's arse squeeze his cock, and spilled convulsively into that pressure. Lupin's eyes were so dilated they looked black as his gaze flickered between their two faces. Potter kept crying out for a long time, even after he had stopped ejaculating and his interior muscles were no longer spasming around Snape. "Oh, oh, god, oh," he groaned.
Lupin shook his head slightly, but the corners of his mouth turned up. "That was impressive," he admitted.
Returning the grin, for he felt entirely satisfied, Snape ran a finger up and down Potter's softening prick, then raised it to inspect. Since Potter had climaxed several times already, there was less semen than usual, though still enough for Snape to taste the difference between his and Lupin's. "I would hardly call it 'impressive,'" he demurred. "Harry was, after all, most eager to cooperate."
"'M too tired to move." Potter's body had grown languid, though Snape's prick was still inside him. "Might need that stuff you gave Remus."
"Sleep will revive you," Snape told him, glancing across at Lupin, whose eyelids were also drooping. It required little concentration to stack the dishes on the desk and put a charm over them to keep the leftovers from rotting overnight.
Yawning, Potter tried to look over his shoulder at Snape. "Don't mind having us in your bed? The room's yours; you can throw us out if you want."
"I will bear that in mind," Snape replied. "At present, however, you are welcome to sleep here." It would hardly have been kind to Lupin to ask him to remove his aching bones from the warm bed, and as Lupin had said, Potter required proof of intimacy beyond sexual pleasure. With a smirk, Snape added, "I must warn you, however, that if you wet the bed..."
"Then none of us will get much sleep," chuckled Lupin contentedly.