HP fic: Reason Panders Will, part 2 [Draco/Harry/Remus, adult]
Title: Reason Panders Will Author: celandineb Fandom: HP Pairing: Draco/Harry/Remus Rating: adult Warnings: Rather crackish. Very mild bondage. Summary: Draco's come to Grimmauld Place for a good reason: to teach Harry Occlumency. Reason doesn't have much to do with what happens after that. Notes: The title comes from Shakespeare, Hamlet, act iii scene 4. Written for siren_mage for the hpvalensmut exchange, originally posted here. A rarity for me, it is a one-shot but nonetheless too long for a single post, so I am putting it up in two parts.
My mouth nearly dropped open. "For what?" I managed to say. He saw into my fantasies about him, which since I was teaching him Occlumency I ought to have been able to keep secure, and he was apologizing to me?
"For letting you think something that wasn't true." Harry said the words rapidly, his fingers digging into the fabric of his overlarge Muggle trousers. "What I saw today, during our lesson... it didn't bother me, not the way you supposed."
"It didn't bother you," I repeated. "All right, that's good. Does that mean you're not going to sack me as your teacher?"
"No, I'm not." He was pulling at a thread in the seam now.
"You're going to ruin those trousers if you keep on with that."
"Oh."
"Was that all?"
"Er. It, er, more than didn't bother me. I mean... it bothered me that I didn't realize sooner how you felt, but it doesn't bother me that you feel like that. Because I do too."
If I wasn't completely misled by the confused way he'd put it, Harry... felt the same way towards me. I leaned forward and asked, "Why didn't you ever say anything?"
"Why?" Exasperation filled in his voice. "You never said anything, either. What would you expect me to do, fall on you when you first showed up here and declare my undying love, or even say, 'Malfoy, fancy a shag?' Hardly. You sit by me all the time, but it always seems like you're doing it because either you dislike everyone else around even more than you dislike me, or because you're afraid of them." His lips quirked. "With reason, in at least a couple of cases. Anyhow, you haven't exactly made it easy to tell how you felt, and based on past history, you were more likely to sneer than cheer if you found out how I felt."
He did have a point. The explanation was moderately coherent, too; another point in his favor. As was the fact that his picking at his trousers had managed to undo a couple of inches of the seam and expose a flash of thigh. I was out of my chair and straddling him faster than Professor Binns could put a class to sleep.
"Does this seem like sneering?" I took his hand and guided it to my prick, which leaped at the touch even through layers of fabric.
"...no," he gasped, as I started to unbutton him, slipping my fingers past elastic and cotton to reach hot damp skin. "Oh..."
Though I was just as eager as Harry sounded, taking thirty seconds to move from chair to bed seemed well worth it. We tumbled onto the mattress together, tearing at each other's clothes, not bothering to remove them, just shoving trousers down, pulling aside shirts. Harry took his glasses off and tossed them at the nightstand. With our pricks rubbing together I brought my lips to his for the first time, catching them parted and sucking on his lower lip. He reciprocated with enthusiasm, showing a surprising talent for snogging in fact, but just then I didn't wonder with whom he had had so much practice. His tongue swept over mine and then darted into my mouth, finding every sensitive spot as if he knew them already, the sensation almost distracting me from what was going on down below.
I heard a throaty groan and wasn't sure if it was Harry or I who had made it; perhaps we both had. I know it was Harry who whispered, when we broke apart for a breath, "So good... want to taste you everywhere," and slid down to suck first at the hollow of my neck, then along my breastbone down to my navel. He licked it and I squirmed, ticklish, pushing my prick against him to remind him that he hadn't tasted there yet, and he squinted up at me and smiled as he took it into his mouth.
He wasn't as talented at sucking cock as he was at kissing but I really didn't care, because I had imagined this moment so many times that to have it actually happening very nearly made me come right then. Harry hummed, seeming to find as much pleasure in sucking me as I did, his eyes on mine, his hips pumping against the mattress, his tongue tracing around the head of my prick and into the slit as I gasped and reached for him, brushing his hair back to see his face more clearly. My bollocks tightened when he touched them, fondling the loose skin, and when he stroked behind them and down, nudging against my hole, I cried out his name and exploded into his mouth. He stayed on me, swallowing, and then lapped me clean, still watching my face.
"Was... that all right?" Uncertainty threaded his tone.
"More than all right," I told him. "Come here."
Harry wriggled up to where we could kiss again, salty-bitter; more importantly I could reach his prick. He was rock hard and trembling; frotting against the bed hadn't finished him off. Half of me wanted that hot length in my virgin arse, but the other half knew that he couldn't possibly last long, that he probably had never fucked another boy and the sheer excitement of the unknown would make him come before he was halfway inside, so instead I closed my hand around him and wanked him the way I would myself, hard and fast with a bit of a twist at the end of the stroke. He whimpered and pushed against me, his teeth sinking into my shoulder when he came.
I brought my hand up to my face and tasted the wetness, so much like my own and yet distinctly different. Harry watched. I offered it to him, and at first he drew back, shaking his head, but then changed his mind and took a tentative lick.
"Hadn't you ever tasted your own come before?" That surprised me, since he'd shown no reluctance to swallow mine.
"No." He brought his own hand and held mine to his mouth so that he could catch every drop.
I wasn't quite sure what to do. If I stayed, slept here in Harry's bed, someone was bound to realize what had happened between us, and I was not ready for that – nor did I think Harry was. He finished with my hand and put his arm around me, breathing warmly against my neck. It felt... comfortable. We held each other for a while, and I felt Harry's heart beating in syncopation against my own.
"'m glad Remus told me," he mumbled into my shoulder.
"Told you what?"
"To do this."
"Wait a minute," I said. "Lupin told you to have sex with me?" Suddenly I was angry.
"Yes. No, stop," Harry said as I pulled away and sat up, pulling my shirt back into place and starting to button it with numb fingers. "Not like what you're thinking. He said that if I'd been fancying you for so long, now that I found out you felt the same way, I'd be a right idiot not to do something about it, that's all. Though he seemed, I don't know, a little bothered. I'm not sure why, I know that he and Sirius were lovers once so I wouldn't think he'd care if I prefer blokes too."
I wanted to say that Lupin might be bothered because he fancied me also; I was virtually certain of that. And it felt more flattering than disturbing, which in itself ought to have disturbed me. Because it was Harry that I wanted, wasn't it?
Harry was looking at me, a pleading expression on his face as I continued to dress. "I'm sorry I said it that way. I wanted to be with you tonight, I just... I was nervous, and Remus convinced me I shouldn't be. That's all."
"Is that all he said?"
"Well... he said he wasn't surprised that you felt that way." Harry's cheeks were red, and he started fumbling with his own clothes, reaching for his glasses and shoving them onto his nose. "I guess I was pretty unobservant not to realize it for myself."
"I didn't realize you fancied me," I pointed out. "Maybe we're both rather... oblivious."
"So worried about giving something away that we don't notice what's in front of us," said Harry. "Yeah. Maybe that's why Remus was able to; he knew that I knew about him and Sirius, so he didn't need to..." His voice trailed off. "But then... he must have been watching me. And you, too." His eyes were wide, confusion clearly showing.
"He's been watching me, I know that." I took a deep breath. "I wouldn't say that he's made a pass at me, but his interest was pretty clear."
"I don't understand," Harry said, shaking his head. "Why would Remus tell me to go after you, then?"
"Because he wants you to be happy?" I thought about it for another minute. "Unless he... no."
"What?"
"He could want both of us," I said reluctantly. It was the best explanation I could think of but I worried that it would disconcert Harry, who seemed to consider Remus as a father figure.
"Remus?" Harry's voice cracked. "Want both of us?"
I shrugged. "I'm almost certain he would shag me if I said yes. How about you?"
Harry bit his lip. I could almost see his thoughts, even without Legilimency. "I think... you're right. God. I never... never considered that before."
We were both dressed again now, and sitting cross-legged on the bed. The room still smelled of sex. "Hadn't you?"
"No, I hadn't." The tone was sharp but his expression was almost wistful.
"I had," I said, thinking of the book I'd wanked to only that afternoon. It was probably a bad idea to say so, but I couldn't seem to help myself.
"You mean, having sex with Remus?"
"With both of you," I admitted. "Together."
"Oh." Harry drew in a breath. "I see."
"Haven't you ever thought about anything like that? I mean, fantasized about being with two other blokes, not necessarily with Lupin or anything."
He turned bright red again but didn't answer.
It was too late to try to figure all this out tonight. "Look, I'd better go back to my own room. Practice again tomorrow?"
"Occlumency? Yeah. Same time as usual – no, wait. We'd better make it the morning tomorrow, I have something I have to do with Ron and Hermione in the afternoon. Ten o'clock all right?"
Nodding, I stood up. It felt awkward to do anything but leave, so that's what I did. I slept fitfully that night, my head spinning with dreams of having sex with Harry, who kept changing into Lupin and then back again.
We worked hard the next morning, and Harry was able to Occlude me most of the time. I still didn't try to push into any memories that might tell me how he really felt, although one of these days I would have to. Those were likely to be the most vulnerable spots, and he needed to be prepared. Voldemort wouldn't be nearly so nice as I was.
"I'll be back tonight," Harry said at the end of the practice session. "Um. Will you be here?"
"I never go anywhere," I reminded him. "If I left the house, either You-Know-Who's goons would get me, or the Ministry's would. I don't know which would be worse."
"Sorry. I meant... do you want to come here, to my room, tonight?" He looked eager and shy all at once. "Or could I come to yours?"
"You come to mine," I said. It made more sense, really. He might be back late, and I hardly wanted to either hang about in Harry's room alone or keep coming back to it to see if he'd returned yet.
"All right." He seemed to want to say something more, but didn't.
"Good luck with whatever it is," I made myself say, envious that he was able to go somewhere else. Anywhere.
"Thanks." He flashed a quick grin as he headed down the stairs. I could hear him talking to Granger and the Weasel in the front hallway, and then the sound of the door closing just as the voice of old Mrs. Black rose in her usual litany of complaint.
The only person around that day was Kingsley Shacklebolt, and I scarcely wanted to spend time with him. I made myself a cheese sandwich with pickle for lunch, then took a cup of tea into the library and read a book on Arithmancy. I'd rather enjoyed the subject at Hogwarts and regretted that I'd not had the chance to take my N.E.W.T. in it.
Molly Weasley turned up with a shepherd's pie for dinner, and brought the Weaselette with her. She seemed no more flustered than usual, so I concluded that whatever the errand was, either it wasn't dangerous or else Harry hadn't told any of the adults just what they were doing. Either seemed possible. I excused myself as soon as I could politely do so, though, and went back up to my room to wait for Harry. I supposed that if he came home very late, he wouldn't turn up, but he hadn't suggested that would happen.
I thought about having a quick wank to my favorite book, which I hadn't yet taken back downstairs, but decided that it wouldn't be worth it. If Harry returned and wanted to shag and I had just come, well, too embarrassing. Even a nineteen-year-old needs a little time to recover, thank you very much.
Instead I read a bit more of the Arithmancy, but mostly I thought about Harry, and about Lupin, and what could possibly happen. I'd half-said to Lupin that I was interested, but that had been before I'd known for sure that Harry was keen on me as well. Had Harry's embarrassment when I asked if he'd thought about threesomes indicated that he never had, or that he had but didn't want to talk about it? I didn't think I'd want to be in a relationship with the werewolf, but I was rather curious about what he might be like in bed. At his age I assumed he would have a fair amount of experience, especially given what Harry had said about Lupin and Sirius Black having been together. What was I thinking, anyhow – I'd never even had full-on sex with one person, yet, though that seemed likely to change very soon.
At a little before nine there was a tap on my door.
"Come in."
Harry's head appeared. "Are you alone?"
"Of course I'm alone." What did he think, I was going to have someone else in there with me? No one else even talked to me beyond everyday necessities like "pass the butter." "How was your day out? Did you finish whatever it was you went to do?" I tried not to show my annoyance that I had no idea what that was. After all, hardly anyone knew he was studying Occlumency with me. All right, and a bit more than that now.
"We didn't finish, but we made some progress." He gave me a half-smile. "I'd tell you about it, but I can't. Even most of the Order doesn't know, but it's necessary... and for what it's worth, the Occlumency you're teaching me is going to be a big help."
I nodded acceptance, there being no other reasonable response. Actually I was impressed that Harry had realized that I would not only be curious but resentful of being left out.
"But I don't really want to think about any of that right now." Harry came and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Can I guess what you do want to do?"
"Probably." He crawled up toward me. I pulled his glasses off, awkwardly, catching them on one ear for a moment. He blinked at me and grinned as I set them aside. "Definitely."
Though neither of us had done it before and it took a certain amount of embarrassed fumbling, this time I had him inside me, breathing my name like a prayer as he moved, and I watched his face contort with pleasure. He brought me to my own orgasm with his hand, after, in a flurry of frantic kissing.
"Were you serious when you said you'd thought about me and Remus, having us both?" he asked afterward, running his fingers over my chest and stomach, tracing the fine trail of hair downward.
"It was a fantasy; I didn't expect I'd ever have sex with you, even. But yes, I was serious." I rolled over to face him. "Why?"
"He'll be here on Monday, if he can get away from the pack," Harry said.
"Yes, he told me he'd be back in about a week." I frowned. "Why does it matter that he'll be here on Monday?"
"Don't you know what date Monday is?"
I shook my head. I hardly ever looked at the Daily Prophet and I'd quite lost track of the date.
"The fourteenth. Valentine's Day." Harry raised an eyebrow. "I was thinking about it today, while... while I was out, and, well..."
"You want to invite Lupin to join us," I said carefully, unbelievingly.
"Yeah. Since he finally managed to convince Tonks that he wasn't the right one for her, he hasn't had anyone... and, well, yeah." Harry sighed. "Maybe it's a stupid idea. I haven't had a lot of experience with any of this." He stole a quick glance at me; I'm sure he meant it to be unseen, but even without his glasses he tended to turn his head rather than just his eyes.
"Neither do I, you know. Just maybe a little more than you have. You don't think it would bother you?"
Harry shook his head. "No. That's what I was thinking about today. I'm not looking for true love right now, and neither are you... I don't think. Are you?"
"Hardly." I laughed. "So you're saying that you're up for whatever seems fun, now that you've realized what you enjoy?"
"Pretty much. Are you willing?"
"Yes." A pleasurable shiver went through me, remembering the way that it had felt when Lupin touched me, how hot he was. "Did you have any ideas for how to convey this grand scheme to Lupin?"
He grinned. "I thought I'd let you do it. He's been flirting with you more obviously than with me, from what you've said. So I thought you could let him catch you alone someplace, and suggest coming up here to your room... and I'd already be here."
"Naked, I assume."
"Of course." The grin widened into a smirk. "I don't think he could mistake the offer then, do you?"
"I wouldn't think so, no," I agreed. "All right. I'll do it."
The following few days passed quickly; we managed to at least fool around every day, though neither of us wanted to be obvious about our new understanding. We didn't take time away from the Occlumency lessons, which was unacceptable, so we didn't get much sleep.
On Monday Harry was nervous, pacing around his room when I went there for the usual practice.
"What if Remus says no? What if we were both wrong about what he meant?"
"Unless he's not gay after all and lied to you about Sirius – both of which seem unlikely to me, if you want to know – I doubt he's going to refuse us. Sit down, for Merlin's sake. I'm the one who has to talk to him, you just have to wait in my room. If he says no you needn't worry about it, you won't see him at all."
"I know." He took a deep breath. "Right. I do want to do this for him."
"And for yourself," I murmured.
"Yeah, well, that goes without saying. But he won't be here till probably four o'clock; there was a message last night. So we'd better get down to work."
By now I was pressing Harry harder, trying to break into his more private thoughts. Yes, some of that was to satisfy my own curiosity – want to make something of it? But I hadn't been able to discover quite what he thought of either myself or Lupin yet, though rather to his chagrin I'd learned that he no longer thought about the Weaselette. The fact that he'd been able to keep me out when it came to his thoughts of me was heartening to me as his teacher, even if it was frustrating in other ways.
"You're nearly ready," I told him when we paused. "Another few days, I think. Although it would be a good idea to have someone besides me work with you once or twice on it; every Legilimens has his own tricks, and while you're blocking me quite reliably, that doesn't mean you've mastered every aspect of Occlumency." I frowned. "I wish we could get Professor Snape here."
"No," said Harry.
"I know he wasn't able to teach you the basics himself," I said, holding on to my patience. "He told me a little bit about it. But that's exactly why he'd be the best one to practice against now. I doubt he'd be able to come, though, it would be too dangerous. Do you trust anyone in the Order to help you with this, anyone who could help? There aren't a lot of people who have any ability or training at Legilimency, and you need someone skilled to push you to do your best."
"I'll think about it." Harry ran a hand through his hair, rumpling it so that it became even messier than usual, then shoved his glasses up his nose from where they'd slipped. He looked as if he'd just rolled out of bed, and ought to be back in it. "It's half past three, Remus should be here soon."
"Do you want to go up to my room, then? I thought I'd wait for him in the library, it seems most likely he'd go there. I left that book I showed you on the nightstand, with a couple of pages marked that I believe you'll like," I said, and smirked. "A way to occupy your time while you wait, and all that, especially in case Lupin is late."
"Splendid idea." He opened the door. "See you in a bit."
I went down to the library and curled up in one of the big leather chairs. I considered reading one of the other books from that shelf of pornographic literature, but decided that it was too likely that someone other than Lupin might wander in. Granger, for instance. So it was Arithmancy once again, which at least had the virtue of keeping my mind engaged.
The clock struck four and I hadn't heard Lupin arrive – no thump in the Floo in the next room, no crack of Apparation, no slam of the front door. Well, perhaps he was having a difficult time getting away from the werewolf pack unsuspected. I stood up and stretched and went to make tea.
It was as I was pouring the boiling water over the leaves that I realized Lupin was there, standing behind me, and I still hadn't heard a thing. I put the kettle down and turned around, leaning back against the counter. "Lupin."
"Draco." He was only a couple of feet away; if I had stepped back without looking, I would have bumped into him. I supposed that was his intention... to be able to touch me and have it look accidental. I'd thwarted that, but he smiled anyway, his golden eyes searching my face. "Have you given any further thought to what we discussed last week?"
"About my... other interests? You might say so." I rested my elbows on the counter and moved my feet a few inches further apart. "Perhaps we should talk about it at greater length?" I let my gaze drift downward from his face. Like most of the older wizards, he wore robes, and I wondered whether he wore anything underneath them. I'd find out soon. "Maybe in my room?"
"Don't you want your tea first?"
"Not particularly." I ran my tongue over my upper lip and saw his eyes follow the movement. "Shall we?"
Lupin didn't speak or touch me on the way, not until we were at the door of my room. Then he put his hand over mine, stopping me from turning the knob, and said, "Are you certain?"
If I hadn't been, the rush that swept through me from the heat of his skin would have made me so. I slid my fingers through his to bring his hand to my mouth, and licked from wrist to palm. "Yes. And I have something for you that I think you'll like." I opened the door with my other hand and tugged him inside.
Harry had made some preparations that I hadn't anticipated. For one thing, he'd bespelled the bed to twice its usual size – sensible, to be sure, just unexpected. He'd also lit clusters of candles here and there rather than the ugly lamp I'd been given to use. Last but far from least, he was sprawled on the bed, naked as he'd said he would be, with scarlet ribbons wrapped around each wrist and ankle, leading to the bedposts. One more ribbon was tied in a jaunty bow around his erect prick.
Quickly I made sure the door was closed behind us and put a locking charm on it, and then cast a soundproofing spell for good measure. No boy spent six years at Hogwarts without plenty of practice in the latter.
"We thought you might appreciate having your mind taken off things," I said, hiding my own surprise at Harry's inventiveness. "If we guessed wrong about what you would like, I hope you're not angry?"
Lupin gave an incredulous chuckle. "No, I'm not angry. Astonished." He moved away from me, toward the bed, and put a finger on Harry's wrist. "What made you think of this?"
Harry turned even redder, but his prick seemed to enlarge, if that was possible. "Something Sirius said once," he muttered. He looked at me beseechingly. I was still dressed, and so was Lupin, and I was sure that he wanted me not to leave him alone in his nakedness.
"If you like your present, Lu... Remus," I corrected myself – if Harry called him Remus, I could, and it sounded ridiculous to call the man by his surname when I hoped to have his cock up my arse or vice versa within a few minutes, "then I think there's some unwrapping that needs to be done." I started to undo the buttons of his robes.
He was wearing very old-fashioned underthings, the sort that my grandfather Abraxas might have had, or maybe his grandfather. I supposed they were warm, but not exactly attractive, so I hurried to pull them off as well. He stood still to let me work, one hand touching my hair and the line of my jaw as I knelt down to tug the last of his clothing away, watching Harry with a kind of awe. His prick rose as I watched it, and though I hadn't yet undressed myself, I paused to take it into my mouth. Lupin grunted and his hand tightened in my hair.
"Not yet." He stepped away when I released him. The light played on his skin, and I heard Harry gasp at the sight of the network of scars that disfigured it. Lupin's arms twitched, as if he wanted to move to cover himself, not his prick but his scars, but he didn't, only said quietly, "I don't want you boys to do anything that isn't your own choice."
Harry fumbled awkwardly, trying to reach the ribbons, before saying, "Exsolvo," in exasperation. The knots obediently untied themselves from his wrists and ankles and he sat up, ignoring the ribbon still wrapped around his cock. "Remus. I'm of age, more than that. So's Draco. We talked this over, the two of us, and we want to do it. I know you're..."
"Old enough to be your father," Lupin interrupted.
"Yes," Harry acknowledged. "That doesn't matter to me."
"Or to me," I said when Lupin looked at me. "Honestly." I started to take off my clothes. "Harry... show him that picture. You know the one." I could just see the page when he opened the book and laid it on the bed.
The man in the engraving sat half-upright on a wide couch with one boy straddling each knee, leaning over to kiss his throat. He stroked their arses teasingly and looked out from the page with a licentious smile, then nudged them to turn. The fairer youth promptly began to fist his own prick, showing off, while the darker one slid down the man's leg and started to nuzzle at his groin, frotting against the couch as he did so.
"Resemble anyone you know?" I tossed the last of my clothing aside and knelt up on the bed, deliberately echoing the position of the first boy and wrapping my hand around my cock. "I've been watching them for weeks."
"Have you." It wasn't quite a question. Lupin looked from me to Harry, back at the book, then up at us again. "And you?"
"Not nearly so long. Draco didn't show me the book until a few days ago." Harry leaned on one elbow and reached to untie the remaining piece of ribbon.
"I see." Lupin touched the page with gentle fingers, then closed the book and set it aside. He took Harry's glasses off and put them on top. Crawling onto the bed between us, he said, "I'd be a fool not to take this opportunity when offered. I've been foolish plenty of times in the past, mind you, but I'd prefer to regret the things I've done than the things I've let slip by."
Harry scooted over and started to kiss him. Lupin sighed and shifted and reached a hand towards me, running it over my thigh and then tugging, clearly urging me to come nearer. I lay down and pressed myself against him, the heat of his body – how could he be so warm? – and he embraced me with one arm, holding Harry with the other as they kissed. Turning my head, I used my tongue to trace the scars across Lupin's chest. One large one led me to the nest of brown hair under his arm; he made a noise when I nudged there and let go of me, lifting his arm so that I could reach that hot damp furry hollow. The scent was intense, and as I savored it, smelling and tasting, I realized that I had been rutting against Lupin without noticing what I was doing. Harry evidently had, though, for his hand brushed unexpectedly over my hip and then slipped between my body and Lupin's to stroke my prick.
I raised my head and glanced over at Harry. He'd moved from kissing Lupin's lips to his chest, and released his grip on me as he leaned further over to give me a kiss as well. Lupin watched us, stroking Harry's back and arse, his other hand still raised, encouraging me to return to what I'd been doing. I could taste him on Harry's tongue, and instead of going back, I wriggled upward so that I could try kissing him too.
The hair on his upper lip felt odd against mine, but his lips were softer than I'd imagined, his tongue more agile. I groaned when he nipped at my mouth, not hard enough to break the skin, just enough to show that he was not unused to mastery.
From when we began until now none of us had spoken. Harry was the one to break the silence, asking, "Which of us do you want, Remus?"
I pulled away, sitting up as Lupin leaned back against the headboard to gaze at us both, his expression considering.
"Must I choose?"
Harry made a peculiar gurgling sound, not exactly a laugh. "I don't think there's time for you to have us both. Dinner's at six and everyone knows you're coming tonight."
"Oh, I'm coming tonight," Lupin said meaningly, and Harry flushed. "The moon's waxing. You may not know what that means for someone in my condition. But since you were kind enough to invite me here and offer yourselves, I'll ask you each what you would like. Top? Bottom?"
Harry and I looked at each other. He'd been the one to fuck me, the first time, but we'd gone the other way about as well, and as far as I knew he'd enjoyed that too.
"Bottom," I said, just as Harry replied, "Top."
"Excellent." Lupin smiled. "Perfect. I believe all of our wishes can be accommodated, then."
It hadn't occurred to me that Lupin would want to bottom, perhaps because the older man in the book never did. I had no objections whatsoever to his plan, however, and gladly rolled over onto my stomach, legs drawn up and knees well apart. Lupin seemed resigned to having to use a lubricating spell – "Though a good potion-maker can produce something far better," he told us – and quite soon I felt the head of his prick breaching my entrance.
He gave me time to become accustomed to his size, thicker than Harry although no longer, pushing inward only slowly.
"I'm going to stay like this," he told me, "while Harry does the same to me." His breath was warm against my neck, and I nodded. "Lift up just a fraction."
When I did so he reached underneath me and rubbed his thumb gently over the leaking head of my prick before he began a firmer stroke along the shaft, holding himself still inside me. I could feel a slight pressure as Harry entered him, and then when Harry began to thrust Lupin let those movements set the pace of his own.
It was a peculiar but satisfying sensation; Lupin was the one actually fucking me, but in a way Harry was doing so too. Lupin's lips were hot against the skin of my back, his fingers tugged delightfully at my prick, and – "Oh, yes, there," I gasped as he shifted his angle slightly. Harry groaned, a groan that I knew meant he had reached a plateau where he could thrust for some time before coming, if he wanted to. Lupin was panting now, still letting Harry determine the rhythm of it, but thrusting deeper into me until I could feel his balls slapping me with every stroke.
My eyes were closed but I could picture what the three of us looked like, each movement one of us made echoed by the bodies of the other two, and somehow the idea sent my arousal spiraling upward, I didn't want it to end but I couldn't help it, and I started to babble "yes" and "now" and "please" incoherently. Lupin's hand on me slowed but I whimpered and moved my hips, thrusting my cock through his fingers, and came in a rush of wetness that felt sticky between my stomach and the bedcover, my arse clenching around Lupin's prick. He murmured my name, and then Harry's, still moving; I was ready now for them both to finish, but it was my own fault for not having been able to hold back, so I bit my lip and waited it out, listening to the strangled grunt of Harry's orgasm and the full-throated growl that Lupin made as he gave one last hard thrust and then quivered against me.
Pressed into the mattress by two bodies, I tried to move and couldn't. Thankfully Harry realized how heavy the two of them together must be and said, "Sorry, Draco, just a second." I could hear the squelching slide as he pulled away from Lupin, and then the pressure lightened and I saw his face next to mine, looking odd as always without his glasses. He prodded Lupin. "C'mon, Remus, give Draco a chance to breathe."
"Mm. Yes, sorry," and as he withdrew I felt the moisture of his semen trickling down between my legs. Only for a moment; "Tergeo," he said, and the dampness was gone. I regretted it, a little, although it had to be done.
I rolled over and looked at them. They both had the same expression of satiety that I was fairly sure was on my face too, but nevertheless I laughed.
"What?" asked Harry.
"Only that if we go down to dinner looking like this, it's going to be obvious that there's been something going on," I snickered, and twisted in a stretch to ease my cramped back.
"There has been," he said, shrugging.
"Well, personally I don't want to have to explain anything to Molly," Lupin said. "You know how she is, Harry."
"Ah. True." Harry bit his lip. "Maybe you should go down first, Remus. Draco and I can wait a little while." He looked over at me. "Would you mind terribly if anyone guessed that the two of us have been shagging?"
"You get to be the one to explain it to your friends, that's all," I said. "I'm not interested in having all those Weasleys, plus Granger, yelling at me as if it were all my idea."
"Fair enough."
Lupin stood up and started to put on his underclothes. A shame, really. Despite the scars he had quite a nice body. But I supposed it would be a little chilly to wear nothing under those robes.
Harry said, "Remus?"
Lupin paused as he was buttoning his robe. "What?"
"You... you did enjoy that?"
"Of course." Lupin came back to the bed. "I'm flattered that you thought of me this way."
"Would you like to do it again sometime?" I blurted out the words before I could stop to consider them.
A smile spread across his face. "Oh, yes." He bent over and brushed my lips, then Harry's, then finished dressing quickly and left.
"I suppose Remus knows Occlumency," Harry murmured. "Otherwise Voldemort might realize that he's joined with the werewolves just to spy."
"Doubtless," I agreed. "I think you should ask him."
"Mm." He reached over and touched my face. "Did you really mean it when you said you wanted to do this again?"
"Yes." I sucked at his fingertip. "With you, with him, with both of you together. We're fighting a war, Harry. I'm going to enjoy life while I can."
He smiled. "So am I."
I said I had reasons to find Harry and try to teach him Occlumency at Snape's behest. Maybe not all of those reasons were disinterested. It no longer seemed to matter, if it ever had.