|Celandine's Chronicle (celandineb) wrote in cels_fic_haven,|
@ 2007-08-08 21:53:00
|Entry tags:||coauthor: cruisedirector, hp fic admittance, hp fic draco/harry/severus|
HP fic: Admittance, ch. 5: Lessons [Snape/Draco/Harry, adult]
Chapter 5, "Lessons"
Authors: celandineb and cruisedirector
Warnings: D/s, rimming
Summary: Harry, Draco, and Snape all agree they want to be together, but they disagree about what it all means.
It was absurd to be so fussed about having Snape over to dinner, really. After shagging the man both with and without Draco, it was not as if Harry ought to have any worries about whether Snape would criticize the food, the wine, or the company offered. Nevertheless he had already adjusted the position of each place setting three times, and was now pacing around the flat straightening pictures that had been perfectly straight already.
Draco eyed him with amusement. "Calm down, Harry. Have a glass of wine or something."
"The wine! I haven't opened the wine, and it needs to breathe." Harry whirled and went into the kitchen.
"I opened it," Draco called after him. "Just pour some and come back here. It's only ten of seven, and you know that Snape will be right on time."
That was certain, yet Harry wished Snape would just arrive already and get it over with. It wasn't as if he felt like eating anything. He poured himself a very full glass of wine, drank half of it, then refilled it and poured for Draco as well before taking the glasses back to the other room.
"What exactly are you worried about?" Draco watched as Harry took another gulp of wine. "That he isn't going to want to touch you, or that he's going to walk through the door, shove you to your knees, take out his prick and put it in your mouth?"
"Stop," whimpered Harry, brushing his hair back and trying to force it to stay in place. "He's not going to do that. The last time I saw him, he wasn't even sure you wanted..."
There was a knock at the door. "Early," Draco murmured. "That's not like him. He must be desperate to stick it in you." With a wicked grin, he went to answer the door. Harry started to rise, changed his mind and half-sat, then changed his mind again, succeeding only in very nearly dropping his wineglass as Snape entered the room.
"We've about twenty minutes before dinner's ready," Draco was saying casually behind him. "Would you like a glass of wine? Harry picked up some rather nice Beaujolais the other day, along with a new broom." He winked at Harry.
"Wine sounds very pleasant, thank you." Snape sat down in one of the overstuffed chairs, looking uncomfortable and dour. "Have you tried the Thunderbolt, Harry?"
The sound of his name in Snape's mouth made Harry jolt, sloshing the wine over his hand on the glass. "It's great," he babbled. "It's just as fast as everyone says, and very easy to control, I've only flown it locally which seems a waste but I'd love to take it to the mountains or someplace and really take off..."
"Like lightning between your legs, as they say," drawled Snape. Harry jerked his knees together. Draco snickered as Snape added, "Yours has been quite satisfactory for me."
"I'll bet it has."
Two heads swivelled to look at Draco. "Precisely what is that supposed to mean?" Snape demanded.
"I'm astonished that you've managed to fly the Firebolt in the last four days, given that in all the years I've known you I've seen you on a broom, what, six times?" Draco's expression was innocent.
Surely Snape wasn't... blushing? But an unlovely red stained the skin of his throat and face, Harry saw, though Snape raised his hand to his lips as if to hide behind it. "I had some unexpected free time yesterday afternoon," he snapped. "It seemed only sensible to try it out before coming here tonight."
Harry distinctly recalled that it had rained most of the day before, and he was sure Draco did as well, though Draco only raised his eyebrows and replied, "I see. I'll just get you a glass of wine, then."
He disappeared into the kitchen, leaving Harry alone with Snape, who continued to look as if his clothes were too tight or the chair too hard. Nodding after Draco, Snape asked, "Am I to assume that he was not angry about your tardiness?"
Hearing it phrased that way, tardiness, as if he were still a student, made Harry squirm in a way that wasn't entirely unpleasant. "He was angry at first. Then he demanded details. And... well, eventually he suggested inviting you over."
"He seems to be in fine spirits tonight."
"That's because he knows I'm nervous and you're likely a bit..."
Harry let his voice trail off as Draco came back in. "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" he demanded cheerfully.
"No," said Harry and Snape simultaneously.
"Too bad." Draco handed a glass to Snape and set down the bottle on the table. "You were prepared to teach us something tonight, weren't you, Severus?"
Snape sputtered slightly. "What do you expect me to teach you? Your invitation to dinner said nothing of the sort. If you wished to learn new potion formulas, for instance, it would have been appropriate to warn me."
"Potions? Hardly. You know what I mean," said Draco.
Snape's eyes flickered back and forth between Draco and Harry. "Is this what you want, Potter, or only what he wants?"
The familiar, contemptuous twist on his name made Harry slightly less nervous, ironic though that was. Feeling his face heat, he stared down into his glass and said, "It's what I want. If it's not what you want, though..."
Snape's eyes, when Harry glanced back up, were unreadable. "You can't honestly think I'd say no."
"It isn't just that." Harry struggled to think how to ask what he wanted to know. "If you had any ulterior motive, if someone suggested to you that maybe meddling with the two of us might be a good idea..."
Snape's expression darkened, but to Harry's great relief, he did not pretend to misunderstand. "Do you think I'm a paid whore, Potter? If you believe that I am such a pawn of anyone that I would involve myself in your private affairs..."
"That isn't what he meant." Draco's voice cut across the conversation. "You must have some theory on why my father gave you that broom. Harry was just a bit curious what you thought he had in mind."
"Lucius does not often confide in me these days." Snape's lips thinned. "It's quite clear that he's displeased with your choice of living arrangements, but you know that already." He looked at Harry. "As I said the other evening when we exchanged brooms, I have no idea why he gave me the Thunderbolt when he knows how rarely I use one. Logically he cannot have expected me to give it to either of you; why should I?"
"Because both of us love to fly on a broom, and you don't?" said Harry. "If Lucius knew that you might see Draco and think he would appreciate the broom, or see me and think the same?"
"I told him that his son had asked me over for dessert last week," Snape said, tapping his finger against his glass thoughtfully. "Just after that, he gave me the Thunderbolt."
"I knew it," Harry muttered darkly. "You mean it never occurred to you that he was..."
"That he was attempting to manipulate me? Of course it did." Now Snape glared at Draco as if he blamed him for his father's behavior, but Draco only crossed his arms and stared back. "If you think that I make any decisions, let alone intimate ones, based on Lucius Malfoy's machinations..."
"Good," said Harry, more comforted than he wanted to let on. Draco did not look nearly so pleased, but then Draco had been insisting that his father wasn't actively trying to interfere with their private lives, and he was going to have to face up to him doing just that.
"Let me make this very clear," added Snape. "I am here because I wish to be. However, if either of you is putting on a show of bravado for myself or the other, we should put a stop to it at once. I told you I thought you were playing at something dangerous."
"I like things dangerous." It was Draco who had spoken, and he was looking at Harry.
"Going up against Voldemort was the greatest danger I ever hope to face," said Harry. "And I can't say I liked it. But I'm not going to let Lucius Malfoy tell me what I can do, or who I should be with." He turned to Draco. "It's none of his damned business, is it?"
"It hardly matters whether you think it is or not," Snape pointed out. "He thinks so, and Lucius is not accustomed to surrendering his prerogatives lightly. There are... pressures... he can bring to bear."
Harry could think of several quite easily. Threatening Draco to cut off his access to Malfoy funds, for instance, or even to disinherit him. As for Harry, being the savior of the wizarding world wouldn't mean much if Lucius promised a scandalous exclusive to the Daily Prophet. It was always so much easier to sling mud than to clear it off afterward, even if there was no basis in fact for the aspersions cast.
"He may keep trying to bully me, but my father is not going to do anything to push me away." Draco spoke with a confidence that Harry wished he shared. "If he'd been willing to cut me off for being a potential liability, he'd have done so a long time ago. I know you both find this hard to believe, but he loves me."
"As an extension of himself," muttered Snape.
"Maybe. But the other side of that is, he knows how well I know him. He couldn't threaten to ruin me without risking me opening my mouth about him...and he has much more to lose, if there's a scandal. If he really put his bloodline ahead of his family, he'd have had another child for security -- don't you think I've thought about this? He made a choice, at some point, to risk seeing the end of his line, because he wanted this life. The one he has, with my mother and me. He isn't going to take my life away from me."
"I'm glad you're so sure," Harry replied in a dark tone. "In the meantime... what are we going to do about all this?"
Draco stared at him as if he'd gone daft. "Whatever my father may have been trying to do, you want me. I want you. You want Severus, and so do I, and he wants both of us. Why should we do anything besides exactly what we all want?"
"Well, just to think of the most immediate practical consequence, how about because if we start shagging, dinner's going to burn," said Harry. Now Snape was staring at him too. "It's true," he added defensively.
"I find myself astonished by your bluntness, Potter."
"It's a valuable trait... sometimes," said Draco, grinning. "He's not always good at saying just what it is he wants, but he's improving. And you're right about dinner, I can smell it. Three minutes and I'll have everything on the table." Draco stood up.
Harry took the opportunity to take another gulp of wine, nearly emptying his glass. Snape watched him with a curious expression. "Hungry, Potter?" he asked softly.
Shivering softly, Harry recognized what was in those eyes: not only amusement but barely concealed lust. Quite suddenly Harry found that he was hungry; the tension in his belly had melted elsewhere. "Yes," he nodded, moving his head with increasing force. "I am hungry. And I know what I want for dessert. Come on -- let's go in."
They both stood up. As Harry walked past Snape, a hand on his shoulder stopped him and teeth bit into his neck. "I know what I want, too," rumbled the voice that sent sparks of heat down Harry's spine. Snape let him go abruptly and Harry shook his head, dizzied. He could feel Snape's eyes boring into the back of his neck as they went in to eat.
The meal was delicious -- Draco had chosen the menu, a chicken pie which had sounded far too plain to Harry when he had first heard it, but proved to be laden with exotic mushrooms and leeks and herbs that he couldn't identify.
"The thing is, Draco, your father isn't going to nod and accept it if you tell him to fuck off." Harry returned to the point he had been trying to make. "It's not that simple. You know what he's like when someone challenges him; he's used to having his way."
"Then I either need to have something he wants so badly that he'll back down to get it, or else something to hold over him," shrugged Draco, looking at Snape reflectively. "You must have some suggestions as to how we can keep this little happy arrangement, Severus?"
"I am not going to help you blackmail or bribe your father any more than I would have helped him do so to you," said Snape rather sourly. He sounded as if he had had more than enough Malfoy entanglement, and Harry wondered whether that was why Snape seemed so different -- more passionate -- when Draco wasn't around. Did he not like the idea of betraying Lucius, or did he enjoy the thought that he was taking some part of Harry away from Draco? Harry studied him speculatively as he opened a second bottle of wine and refilled their glasses.
"Asking you for advice is not suggesting that you should help blackmail my father," said Draco in exasperation. "You're potentially vulnerable too. But you've known my father since before I was born... you might know him better than I do." Harry knew that it had to have cost Draco something to admit that; he could see Draco swallowing.
"That is exactly why it would be inappropriate of me to make any such suggestions. It would be a betrayal of trust." Snape took a bite of chicken.
"Come on." Draco turned his head, glaring at Snape. "Wouldn't he think fucking me is a betrayal of his trust, too?"
"Malfoy, if you were fucking Potter rather than living with him, your father would either discreetly ignore it or let it be known that his son had seduced the Chosen One." Snape sneered very slightly. Harry wondered yet again when he had come to find that sexy. "I expect your father has his suspicions about the coin in which you showed me your gratitude for hiding you after the attack at Hogwarts. Surely you've noticed that there is a different attitude among purebloods toward men who merely dally with other men as opposed to men who choose to share their lives together."
"Right, because we're supposed to make pureblood babies. So it was fine for my father to jerk you around -- is that what you're saying? Don't think I don't know." Now Snape was pale with anger and Draco was a little flushed. "Anyone would think you wanted me to end up like him. Or is this about Harry? You let me get you through the door, and now you're waiting for me to get out of the way?"
"Would I be so obvious if that were my goal?" snapped Snape. But he didn't deny Draco's accusation, Harry noted. With great effort he kept his mouth shut. Anything he said just then would only get one or the other, or more likely both of them, angry at him as well.
"I don't know, Severus." Draco raked his other hand through his hair. "You might, if you thought I wouldn't believe it."
"You're a fool, Malfoy," Snape's voice was deadly quiet, "if you think Potter would leave you for me."
"If Harry left, it wouldn't be anything so simple as him leaving me for someone else," Draco retorted so quickly and so calmly that Harry felt funny in his chest. Obviously Draco had thought about this before. "He's not like that. He'd leave because I bollixed things up, or because my family isn't worth the effort. You don't know him as well as I do, no matter how much you went poking around in his mind back at school."
"Then why would you think I'd be interfering?" Snape asked smoothly, still in that low, dangerous voice.
"Because maybe you're counting on my father winning this one, one way or another. In which case all you have to do is wait."
Harry dropped his fork on his empty plate with a clatter, making the other two turn their heads toward him. "Would the two of you mind not talking about me as if I weren't in the room?" he asked sharply. "Draco, I agree with Snape -- you're an idiot -- but I'm not leaving." He glanced at Snape to see his reaction to that, but Snape's face remained impassive. Then he glanced at Draco, expecting him to be -- pleased? Relieved?
Instead Draco still looked angry. "Would you mind explaining how I'm an idiot when, may I point out, Severus has not said that I'm wrong about thinking his ultimate goal is you, whatever your feelings on the matter may be?"
Snape should have known that Draco wouldn't miss that evasion. "I'm not going to dignify that with an answer," he cut in before Harry could reply. "And I think this conversation has gone far enough for the moment. If you want me to teach you, Malfoy, perhaps the first thing you need to learn is table manners. So. How do you think the Holyhead Harpies are likely to do this season?"
Talking about Quidditch relaxed the tension; so did the third bottle of wine Draco opened, and Harry found himself more relaxed than he had anticipated at the beginning of the evening.
They had eaten (and drunk) so much that when they sent their plates into the sink to be cleaned and got up to leave the kitchen, Harry thought he might need a little while before he could think about sex. He was pleasantly full and a little bit lethargic. "Are we going to Transfigure the furniture again, or do you intend to allow me into your bedroom?" Snape asked Draco, pausing in the hallway as if it were a challenge.
"You can see the bedroom." Smirking, Draco turned to lead them there as Snape gave Harry a glance that woke him up very thoroughly. "I'll give you the full tour. That's what passes for the library though most of the books are Harry's, second door's the linen closet, there's the loo if you need it. And here's the bedroom."
"Immaculate," Snape noted dryly.
"Harry cleaned it for you." Draco turned to wink. "But don't worry, he prefers things dirty. Don't you, Harry?"
He had to nod agreement to that. Snape raised an inquiring eyebrow. "I..." his throat closed up, and he looked at the older man helplessly. How could he tell Snape that what he really wanted was to be fucked by both him and Draco without even a wash in between? Embarrassment knotted his stomach.
"Tell him, Harry... or do you want me to do it?" Draco's smile dared Harry to try to evade Snape's question.
Snape waited, holding up a hand to stop Draco from speaking. When Harry remained silent, though, Snape commanded, "Speak, Potter, if you want something from me."
"I want you to..." His voice squeaked alarmingly. Snape's smirk very nearly mirrored Draco's, and Harry charged, "You already know what I'm going to say!"
"Perhaps, but it wouldn't be fair for me to take advantage of the things I saw in the depths of your mind during Occlumency lessons, now would it?"
Draco's eyebrows lifted and Harry's face burned. For all his dislike of Snape, it had never occurred to him that Snape might have made use of all the erotic memories and fantasies he had sifted through during his halfhearted effort to teach Harry to block intrusions into his thoughts. "You've been wanking for years to things you had no business looking at!" he accused. Snape had the decency to avert his eyes, but the smirk did not leave his face.
"But for those of us who can't read your mind...you still need to talk," insisted Draco.
Harry crossed his arms, hugging himself, and took a deep breath. He stared at the rug on the floor, unable to meet either pair of eyes lest he see mockery there at his reluctance to voice something that he knew all three of them had done. "I want you to fuck me," he muttered at last, and shivered despite himself. "I want...want you to make me beg."
"Clothes off. Now." Snape's voice cut through the air and both Harry and Draco jumped a little before they hastened to obey. Draco moved with a sort of studied flamboyance -- he was showing off, letting his erect cock poke teasingly above the waistband of his unbelted trousers as he pulled his shirt off -- but Harry couldn't spare the focus from trying to unbutton and unfasten his own clothing without ripping anything or tripping over his own feet. He could feel Snape watching him despite Draco's little show and only hoped he was moving quickly enough that Snape couldn't see his hands trembling.
"Where do you want us, sir?" he asked tremulously.
Snape looked around the room, considering, then with a gesture to them to stay there strode out the door. When he returned it was with a pleased expression on his face. "Quite a large bath you have -- you must have chosen that, Draco?" Draco nodded. "Excellent. Follow me."
The tiled floor was cold under Harry's feet as he stood at attention next to Draco. Snape raked them both with an appraising eye. "I seem to be overdressed for this occasion."
"Shall we undress you?" This time it was Draco who asked.
Snape's smile was sharp. "Yes. Without hands or wands."
This was temptation that Harry could not resist -- he'd thought about it before -- and before Draco could move, he had stepped forward, dropped to his knees and begun to tug at the fabric surrounding the lowest button on Snape's vest with his teeth. He knew that if he started at the top, Draco would reach the trousers before he did, and he couldn't allow that: tugging a zip with his teeth was something he knew he did well.
"I think he meant nonverbal spells," Draco snickered. He stepped behind Harry, pressing against him as he leaned close to Snape, and a moment later Harry heard one of the upper buttons pop open, then another. "Any objections, sir?"
"Both methods are equally efficacious," was the cool reply, "but one is more... personal."
"Yes, sir," said Draco in a subdued voice, and Harry smiled to himself, moving on to the next button. Draco so often was able to take the easy way to get whatever he wanted; it was satisfying to know that Snape wouldn't let him get away with that entirely. Not that the rebuke held Draco back from rubbing against Harry as he worked. Once they had met in the middle and Snape's vest was completely unbuttoned, Harry was quick to take on the trousers, leaving the shirt to Draco. He undid the button and then delicately grasped the zip with his teeth, easing it down over the bulge of Snape's cock, his nose brushing against the white cotton which hid that hard flesh from view but did not prevent him from smelling the strong scent of Snape's lust.
"I expect you to be careful where you put those teeth, Potter," Snape growled. The sound made Harry whimper, but he closed his mouth over the clothed cock-head, tasting the dampness leaking through from the other side. Then he caught the elastic waistband in his teeth and carefully eased it down. After a moment Draco knelt behind him -- very nearly curled over him -- and caught a bit of elastic several inches from Harry's, helping him tug the underwear down.
"Does the tub meet with your approval?" asked Draco when his mouth was free. "And do you want it empty or full?"
"Empty," said Snape after a moment's reflection. "For now." He stepped free of the clothing now puddled around his ankles and picked up a towel, placing it over the edge of the tub and sitting on it as regally as... well, as if he were Lucius Malfoy, Harry thought, and shook his head to free it of that image, which was most emphatically not arousing. "Get in."
Harry took Draco's hand as they stood waiting in front of Snape, and the pressure of warm fingers against his own reminded him of why they were here.
"On your knees." Releasing Draco's hand, Harry slid to kneel at Snape's feet at the bottom of the tub. "Malfoy. Take his hands and pull them over his head."
As Draco bent and reached from behind him to catch his wrists, drawing them up and back -- effectively trapping Harry there, as if he were bound -- he let out a shameless whimper. "Please..."
There was a peculiar gleam in Snape's eyes as Harry spoke. He moved his knees further apart, letting Harry see his cock, which was semi-erect but not quite at full hardness. "Tell me exactly what you want," he insisted. Harry realized that he had to say more, that Snape would keep him waiting there until he did.
It shouldn't have been exciting to be made to beg, it should have been humiliating, yet Harry thought that he might come just from the anticipation as he tilted his face up and said, "M-make me suck you. Come on my face."
Snape nodded and took his prick in his hand, rubbing it around Harry's mouth. It was just as well that Draco was holding him up, the way that Harry shook. "Oh... sir..." he choked out, whimpering as Snape painted his mouth with the wetness collecting at the head of his cock as he grew fully hard, not trying to press past Harry's lips. "Please let me...please..."
Rising, Snape let his hips snap forward, thrusting into Harry's mouth. With Draco holding Harry's arms up from behind, he had no choice but to hold still, trying to relax his throat as Snape fucked his mouth with that big cock. Harry's own cock was throbbing, aching to be touched, but he ignored it, sucking as well as he could without the use of his hands, until Snape pulled out, stroking himself directly in front of Harry's face. In a strangled voice, he said, "Close your eyes."
The instant Harry obeyed, he felt hot liquid splashing onto his face, dripping down his cheek into his open mouth. Moaning, he reached with his tongue to lick Snape's semen as it spilled across his lips. He was so close, fuck, so close he thought that if he only looked at Snape...
Cracking his eyelids, Harry took in the sight of Snape standing over him, cock still in his fingers, dripping. A streak of white oozed down the outer pane of his glasses. "Come for me, Harry," commanded Snape, and without a single touch Harry groaned and shuddered and spent, white stickiness spurting from his cock and spattering Snape's thighs and the wall of the tub.
"Very nice," Snape drawled as he squeezed himself empty, while Harry was still gasping, immensely grateful for Draco's hands holding him upright and preventing him from collapsing in a heap. It was, he thought hazily, the most direct compliment Snape had ever paid him. "Well, Malfoy, he's yours -- is he dirty enough for you yet?"
Draco leaned over from behind Harry, who tilted his head back so he could meet the grey eyes, darkened and glassy with lust. "Lean back further," Draco ordered him, still holding his wrists. Harry tipped himself backward, spreading his knees more widely to keep his balance. He could feel Draco's hard cock nudging the back of his head, prodding in his hair.
"Well, go on," encouraged Snape.
An instant later, Harry could feel Draco moving, thrusting into his hair and against his skull. "Oh fuck," groaned Draco. "That's good, fuck, Severus, take his hands, I need mine..."
Snape's fingers closed tightly around Harry's wrists, tugging him forward slightly as Draco grabbed a fistful of Harry's hair and none too gently wrapped it around his own cock, stroking it up and down. "Oh, yeah!" he moaned enthusiastically. "Fuck, this is hot, you always have the best ideas, Severus, knew I wouldn't be sorry inviting you..."
Listening to Draco babble, Harry moaned softly, but his eyes were on Snape. The older man's cock was no longer erect as he swayed forward, releasing one of Harry's wrists to stroke a wet streak away from Harry's glasses with his thumb.
The gesture, as tender as wiping away a tear, made Harry moan again. He tilted his head to look up at Snape's face, changing the angle of his skull against Draco's cock. There was a roar from behind and Harry felt a hot jet spatter his head, as if a spigot had been turned on behind him. He heard Draco groan as he spurted into Harry's hair.
If he had not just come, he might have then, but as it was Harry's cock gave just one feeble twitch. The rest of him, though, shivered in delight at the feel -- dirty, yes, but oh so good to be claimed like that, owned. Draco's fingers nudged behind Harry's ear, knocking the glasses askew, and Snape lifted them off, still damp, putting them aside as he bent forward to press his lips to Harry's.
The kiss was quick and rough, flavored with semen and the taste of stale wine on Snape's breath. Harry felt Snape's hands reaching around him and heard the intake of Draco's breath.
"Help me up." Draco caught Harry under the arms and heaved, letting Harry get his feet under himself on the bottom of the tub. His foot slipped in a streak of come and Snape reached out to steady him. Catching Snape's arm, Harry pressed close to the older man, feeling Draco pushing right up behind him.
Draco was holding Harry's waist and Snape had his arms wrapped snugly around him to reach Draco; Harry was straddling Snape's thighs and when Snape tilted his head up, Harry leaned down and, filthy as he was, kissed Snape's welcoming mouth. He heard Draco moan again and felt teeth scraping over his shoulder. A nip at his lips caused Harry to open his eyes, and he found Snape staring at him. He was using Legilimency, Harry was nearly certain, and the idea that Snape could sense how good this felt to Harry, how much it turned him on to be sandwiched between the two of them, was half-humiliating but half-exciting as well.
"Turn on the water," Snape ordered Draco. Unclenching his hands from around Harry, Draco turned to twist the faucets so that the tub began to fill when he pushed in the stopper. "Malfoy, you may wash us."
Snape narrowed his eyes. "You said that you wanted me to teach you. You need to learn that not everything is about you." Harry tried to swallow a smirk. "As for Potter..." Snape's glance had shifted. "He needs to learn that so long as he trusts his interests and his pleasures to others, they will certainly take advantage of his weaknesses. Malfoy will wash me first. You, Potter, will touch neither of us, nor yourself."
That wiped the smile from Harry's face, and his dismay was only partly relieved when Snape added to Draco, "And you are not to touch yourself either." If Harry was forbidden from participating, and had to watch Draco and Snape together, at least he could be sure that Draco was not going to have too much fun yet. His cock was already forgetting that it had come just now, though, as he saw Draco lathering Snape with soap, careful to cleanse every inch and paying particular attention to his cock and balls before rinsing him off.
Obviously Snape was enjoying this, resting one hand on Draco's head as he worked, controlling his speed. Harry held back an impulse to beg to be allowed to help; that would only confirm Snape's opinion that he was weak when it came to sex. And he was, Harry admitted -- now that he allowed himself to be.
"Now Potter. Wash him -- don't wank him." There was fury in Draco's eyes as he turned and knelt in front of Harry, scrubbing him as matter-of-factly as possible, avoiding direct contact with Harry's cock as he scooped handfuls of soapy water over it.
"Shouldn't I be giving him orders, if I'm not supposed to let anyone take advantage of my weaknesses?" Harry asked Snape. The question came out as a plea, and Draco smiled a bit as he worked.
"I believe you have already been indulged once this evening. And since, as Malfoy has pointed out several times, you need to learn control, I think what would suit you best is to practice your oral skills while he is preparing your arse for penetration."
Now that sounded more like it, but if those were to both happen at once... Harry knelt down, up to his thighs in the warm water. It was a bit awkward to try to keep his bum above the water while leaning forward to take Snape's cock in his mouth, and the porcelain was hard on his knees, but he ignored the discomfort of both. Pausing before he began, Harry asked, "Was there something in particular you wanted me to practice? Sir?"
Behind him Draco pinched his arse. Harry wondered if it would be Snape, or Draco, or both, who ended up fucking him eventually.
"Why don't you begin as you wish, and I will instruct you as necessary," Snape told him. Balancing precariously on one hand, Harry reached out to guide Snape's cock between his lips, pressing down on the foreskin and sucking on the head. It was almost disappointingly clean after having been washed by Draco, lacking the sharp flavor of skin and all the secretions that tasted so wicked-good to Harry. But after a few moments, fluid welled in the slit and Harry licked it away eagerly before taking Snape deeper into his mouth.
As he did so, he felt Draco's fingers moving intimately inside his thigh, brushing the backs of his balls and moving into the crack until one damp finger found the spot it was looking for. Very carefully, Draco inserted a fingertip and wriggled it, saying, "Did you want me to use lube on him, sir? Or my tongue?"
"Tongue for now," said Snape, and grunted, adding, "Watch the teeth, Potter." In his efforts to suck Snape more deeply, Harry had grazed his molars against the head. He let go and licked at it apologetically, then tried again. It was difficult for him to go further without gagging, so he curled his fingers round the base of Snape's cock instead and rubbed it in firm circles. The distraction of Draco's tongue flicking over his arsehole was also a bit of a problem -- if he spread his knees wider to give Draco better access and let that incorrigible tongue really penetrate him, it would make the angle of his head yet more uncomfortable.
Harry moaned around his mouthful, trying to tilt his arse without crimping his neck. Draco pulled his cheeks apart and Harry felt Draco's tongue slide into him, lapping at him. Snape sighed softly. "Perhaps this would be more comfortable somewhere other than the tub." Lifting his head, Harry rubbed at his neck in relief as Draco withdrew just as quickly, pulling out the stopper and turning the water back on to rinse them before Snape had time to change his mind.
When he glanced at Snape, Harry expected him to look irritated at their inability to follow his orders, but he looked satisfied at their discomfort. Stretching out, he picked up a towel and gestured for Harry to stand, which Harry did gratefully, shaking out his knees. He reached to take the towel from Snape but instead found himself being wrapped in it, a gesture so oddly affectionate that Harry felt himself blushing. Snape caught his eye and quickly reached for another towel for Draco, doing the same for him. The towel on which he had been sitting was damp, but the heavy green robe that Draco's parents had given him for a birthday and that Draco never wore hung on the back of the bathroom door, and Snape Summoned it.
In the robe Snape appeared... magisterial, Harry decided was the right word, as Snape knotted the belt around his waist. Even with his cock tenting the quilted silk. "Come along."
They followed him to the bedroom and again Harry took Draco's hand, which squeezed gently back as they walked. He decided that sometime in the next few days he would have to think of a way to show Draco his gratitude for having got them into this. Once in the bedroom, though, he had to let go and again focus his attention on Snape, who had picked up the pot with Draco's favorite lube and was sniffing at it.
"It seems you've varied my formula," he remarked, dipping into the salve and rubbing a dollop between finger and thumb, then tasting it delicately. "More comfrey?" Draco nodded, looking pleased that his change had been recognized. Snape handed the container to him. "Potter, on the bed, hands and knees," he barked, and Harry hastened to obey. "Malfoy, you finish preparing him. Stimulate him as much as you can, but don't let him come."
Oh god, Snape was testing his control again, thought Harry as he remembered Snape's fingers on his nipples from when they had been alone at Snape's flat...he had thought he might come just from that. With a soft whimper he turned so that Snape would have a full view of what Draco was doing to him, but Snape came around the bed, opening the robe without taking it off. His cock was too far away from Harry to touch or lick but Harry still found himself imagining it erupting and hitting him in the face from that distance. He whimpered softly as he felt Draco's fingers on his arse again.
Experience had taught Draco just what would make Harry writhe with need and he made full use of the knowledge, quickly filling Harry with three fingers but only brushing lightly over his prostate. Harry clenched his hands into the bedclothes and groaned. His cock tapped against his belly with each movement Draco made, but it was not enough to do more than tantalize him. He couldn't take his eyes off Snape's prick; more than anything Harry wished he were sucking it again... he swallowed, squirming, as Draco pulled out and ran one finger in a circle around his arsehole, which contracted, trying to get more.
"I think he's ready, sir," Draco announced. "Did you want to fuck him?"
Please, thought Harry silently, staring at Snape, who regarded him with pursed lips. But then Snape shook his head. "No, Malfoy, I think you should do it. Again -- stimulate him as much as you can before you begin to focus on your own needs. And Potter...you are not to come until I say the word, do you understand?"
"I'll try," Harry strangled out of his dry throat. Snape had taken his own cock in his hand and was beginning to stroke it, still just out of Harry's reach but aimed directly at his face.
"If you're a very good boy, Draco, and manage to hold off for a suitably long period of time, perhaps I will fuck you while you finish with Harry."
Harry's cock throbbed at the sound of his name. Would he ever get past the point when Snape's voice made him quiver with lust? He almost hoped not.
"Yes, sir," said Draco. Harry felt him shift and the press of Draco's cock against his hole, the head of it stretching him open again. Draco's hands settled on Harry's hips and pulled him back as he slid in slowly, sighing in a breathy moan.
"Tell me how he feels," urged Snape. His fingers played along the length of his shaft, rubbing it with the moisture that leaked from the tip.
"Tight," said Draco, and "So hot," said Harry at the same time.
"I meant Malfoy to speak," Snape amended.
Whimpering softly, Harry balled his hands into fists beneath him on the bed. His eyes were fixed on Snape's hand, slowly stroking himself as he watched Draco's cock slide out partway and then back inside Harry. Did Snape ever lie on the bed where he had fucked Harry and make himself come while picturing this very scene? When he managed to tear his eyes away, Harry glanced at Snape's wide black eyes and parted lips, thinking, yes, he did, I'm sure he did.
Draco exhaled a soft moan and continued, "He's clenching a bit...probably likes watching you, sir." Peering down, Snape caught Harry's eyes and smirked. "He likes it when I do this..." Draco's fingers traveled across the backs of Harry's balls, lifting them toward his body, then letting them roll gently in the palm of his hand, and Harry had to shut his eyes for a moment.
"Harry," said Snape warningly, and Harry looked at him again, at the plum-colored head of his cock. "Keep your eyes open."
"Yes, sir," Harry whispered, and bit back a groan as Draco continued to tease his balls. He was close, so close, and having to watch Snape wank himself made Harry itch to have those hands on him instead.
"He likes to have his nipples pinched too," added Draco. A predatory smile touched Snape's lips and he leaned forward, brushing the fingertips of his free hand across Harry's chest. Harry shivered as Snape's nails scraped across one nipple, then tweaked it firmly. He bucked back against Draco. Snape's cock was almost within reach of his mouth, but not quite; he could smell the musky scent of it.
"Please," Harry whispered, then watched Snape's cock twitch at the feel of his breath against it.
Now that was interesting. Puckering his lips just enough that he could plausibly pretend he'd had no ulterior motive, Harry blew harder over the damp head and saw Snape's hand squeeze down hard on the base in reaction. "Potter," he warned, pinching the nipple and making Harry convulse around Draco again, only barely keeping his orgasm in check.
"Fuck..." warned Draco with a little whimper. "He likes that, whatever you're..."
Abruptly Snape straightened, still clutching his cock as if he feared it might misbehave. "Just hold still, Malfoy. I'm ready to fuck you now."
Draco stopped thrusting into Harry when Snape moved behind them; Harry assumed that Snape must be preparing Draco with the lube. He let his head hang, panting. From there he could see his own straining cock, and behind him first Draco's pale legs and then Snape's. Draco was twisting a little against Harry, wriggling as he was opened up to be taken. Harry wished that he were the one in the middle, imagining Snape's cock filling his arse even fuller than Draco's did, and himself sheathed snugly in Draco's bum. His balls tightened at the thought and he quickly tried to turn his mind away from it lest he come now, without Snape's permission.
Unexpectedly Draco pulled nearly all the way out -- Snape must have tugged at Draco's hips, Harry decided, to seat himself fully. He whimpered, needing, until Draco slammed into him again, groaning, "Oh, fuck, Severus."
"Don't neglect your partner," Snape chided huskily and began to move, crushing all three of them together with each thrust. Draco wasn't moving in and out of Harry as much as he had been before -- probably afraid of sliding out, or of throwing off Snape's rhythm -- but his hand came around Harry's side, finding and tugging at the nipple that Snape had punished earlier before reaching down for his cock.
"Next time I get to be in the middle," Harry gasped.
"Perhaps next time I'll have you ride me while Draco watches," retorted Snape. Draco and Harry both cried out at once, and Harry nearly fell forward onto his face at the hard thrust from behind. "Or perhaps next time I will demonstrate that it is possible to take a cock in one's mouth and one's arse at the same time without biting."
Either of those suggestions sounded excellent to Harry... not that he could say so coherently at the moment, not with the way Draco was slamming into him. Evidently Draco found the ideas equally exciting; he tugged at Harry's cock relentlessly and Harry gulped. "Please," he begged.
"Please, what?" Snape's voice was thick -- he must be close to the edge himself, after all this time -- but bore an exultant note.
"Please let me come. Sir." Harry could not keep from wailing as he dug his nails into his palms, trying desperately to hold back. Draco growled and bit into Harry's shoulder. "Please!" The sir seemed to have made little impression on Snape, so he tried once more. "I can't...ahh fuck, please, Severus..."
"Come," Snape barked, and then Harry felt himself slammed forward, knees splaying as the weight of two bodies pushed him flat on the bed. It was Draco wailing in his ear, but it was Snape, groaning, "Harry..." who had thrust so hard that they had fallen onto the mattress together.
Gasping, Harry spurted over Draco's fingers and onto the covers, feeling his belly grow wet as Draco tried frantically to move his hips, caught between Harry and Snape as they both came around and inside him. Harry tightened his arse and felt Draco's teeth dig into him, heard Draco hissing with the constriction, at last shuddering and pulsing in orgasm. A drop of sweat rolled down from Harry's hairline and into his eye. He blinked, trying to clear the stinging salt, unable to reach his arm up from where it was trapped under his chest with the weight of the other two men on top of him.
After a moment he felt the mattress shift as Snape rolled away; then Draco too lifted himself off Harry. "Feeling rough tonight, Severus?" Draco asked conversationally.
"Are you complaining about my methods of teaching?" Snape rumbled, and Harry turned over to watch them both.
"No complaints," Draco conceded. "But I'm not the one who was crushed on the bottom. You all right, Harry?"
"Never better." Reaching back, Harry tried to reach the spot on his shoulder where Draco's teeth had left an impression. "You bit me. That was rough for you."
"I had him crying, 'Oh, HARRY!' and you crying, 'Oh, SEVERUS!'" Draco made his voice high-pitched and girly, and he grinned when both Harry and Snape glared and started to object. "I think I should suck you both off at the same time. That way you can rub your pricks together and kiss and when you're done coming in my mouth, you can fight over who gets the privilege of putting his tongue in my arse."
"Hmph. I'm not sure the latter should be considered a privilege," Snape said. He snaked an arm under Draco and pulled him closer, then flipped over him so that he was lying between the two younger men. "But the first idea... has possibilities."
"Yes," agreed Harry, wriggling closer to Snape. "I wouldn't mind sucking the two of you off together, either."
"A little work on your technique would be desirable in that case." But Snape softened the criticism by turning his head to nip at Harry's ear, sending a shiver down his spine. "Perhaps we should allow Draco to give a demonstration." His voice was low and warm in Harry's ear, hand coming to rest against Harry's lower back which he kneaded with his fingers. Draco had raised himself up on an elbow and was watching them. "He does use his mouth very well. And he can't talk too much if we're both fucking it."
Snape's voice and his fingers were raising goosebumps all along Harry's lower back. "That's a good idea. Sir."
"What do you suppose it is about you that makes him such an eager little bottom for you, Severus?" asked Draco lazily, still content to watch. "He's never acted quite like that with me... or anyone else, so far as I know."
"An interesting question." Snape squeezed Harry's arse gently. "Can you explain?"
Harry swallowed, feeling the blood rushing into his face. "I don't know," he mumbled.
"Come on, Harry," said Draco. "You know you think his voice is sexy -- you get all hot and bothered when I imitate it, even. But there must be more than that; that's not enough to account for it."
Harry thought about this for a minute, though Snape's hand stroking his bum was rather distracting. "With both of you," he said finally, "neither of you really expected me to be 'The Chosen One' with all those trappings. Draco, you were sure I couldn't be because your father told you so, and Snape...I suppose you were such a bastard to me because you didn't really believe I had it in me. I don't have to be anything, really, with either of you."
Snape was giving him a very peculiar look. "Dumbledore was certain that you were the one," he said finally. "I felt it necessary to ensure that he was right."
"So we're both forgiven for being arseholes at Hogwarts because we both expect you to fuck up." Draco pursed his lips. "Not very romantic."
"I wasn't trying to be romantic," said Harry, nettled. "You asked, I answered. I'm sorry if you don't like it, but it's the truth." If not necessarily the whole truth, jibed his conscience. "Having the whole anti-Voldemort wizarding world depending on me... it was flattering, but awful too. Knowing that if I mucked things up it wasn't just myself that I'd hurt, but my friends and hundreds, thousands of people I didn't even know. Neither of you ever put that kind of pressure on me. And there's something... restful... about not having to be the person making decisions, about having someone make them for me."
"But you don't get off on it with me the same way you do with Severus," Draco pointed out. "Even though you like it when I top, it's not the same."
"No," admitted Harry. "Maybe because in all that, it was Hermione and Ron, and a few other students, who were the ones who really helped me. Most of the adults that I trusted weren't around when I needed them, one way or another. Sirius. Dumbledore."
"You're his father figure, Severus!" Draco exclaimed gleefully.
"Oh, please," said Snape in a voice that dripped contempt. Harry had at one time been accustomed to having that disgust directed at him, and it gave him no small thrill to hear it focused on Draco. "Black and I were never in the same room without an argument erupting and Dumbledore and I quarreled constantly about the best way to prepare Potter for the role for which Voldemort had singled him out."
"I haven't had much luck with father figures," Harry agreed. His stomach had twisted at the thought of all the people he had thought he could count on who had died, beginning with his own father, whom he had carefully not named given Snape's loathing for James Potter. "Snape never pretended that he was doing anything for me. Or even for the wizarding world. Only because it was right. And this feels sort of...selfish." He decided he liked it.
Draco's eyebrows were raised, but all he said was, "Selfish? I had a good time. I think Severus did too." Which wasn't exactly what Harry was trying to say. Perhaps there was no way to explain. There was something about having Snape tell him what to do that made Harry feel safe, even though he wasn't sure what Snape really wanted.
"Naturally," Snape sniffed. His hand wandered over Harry's hip and rested there, his thumb brushing the skin in soothing strokes.
"Do you... like all this? I mean..." Harry faltered. "We both wanted you here, but..."
"No. I'm here out of a selfless desire to better your tragically deprived existence, and Malfoy's as well."
Draco started to laugh and Harry felt himself blushing hard as he spoke. "I know it must be rough for you, having to fuck an arse like mine. And let him suck you. I'm sure you'd have preferred a nice evening with your..."
"I'm not talking about sex, but what we were discussing earlier." Draco fell silent as he and Snape both looked at Harry. "We all think Draco's father is probably trying to manipulate us. Maybe Draco's right that Lucius won't ever try to hurt him, but there's nothing to stop him from trying to hurt Severus and me."
Snape cut across Draco's protest. "Depending on what, exactly, you mean by 'hurt', I think you're correct. Physical injury -- I doubt it. The results wouldn't be worth the risk. But Lucius is very, very good at working behind the scenes, pulling strings to discredit people. He wouldn't want to harm Draco's public reputation if he could help it, but he could well try to ruin yours, Harry, hoping that would make Draco think again. Or he might influence my employment, or yours." He frowned. "I wish I could think better of him... but I have known Lucius for too long. His obsession with the preservation of the Malfoy line and name and inheritance will not permit him to let Draco make choices that might put those things in jeopardy."
"That's what I mean," said Harry, relieved that Snape was taking his concern seriously. "If Lucius knew you were here, what we've been doing... it could be bad for all of us, even Draco. I wish there were some way to confront him, perhaps convince him to give up his ideas about running Draco's life."
"Why do the two of you have so little faith in me? I tell him all the time that he isn't going to run my life." Harry only looked at Draco sadly. He had always known better than to insist that Draco choose between his family and Harry...and really, having lost his own family, he would never have put Draco in that position, but he felt certain that Lucius would do it and tell himself that it was for his son's own good.
Snape had turned his head from Harry to gaze at Draco as well, but Harry could see the tension in the older man's shoulders. "What evidence do you have that your father is listening to you?" he demanded. "He hasn't stopped his demands that you do as he did -- marry a pureblood and enter the Ministry -- has he?"
Draco drew in a breath as if to dispute that, but seemed to think better of it. "No," he admitted rather sullenly. "He was still harping on the same old tune last weekend when I had lunch with him."
"And he's offered you some inducements." Snape stated it as a fact, and Harry wondered how Snape knew that... and what those inducements might be.
"Yes. But I'm not going to take him up on any of his little offers! I've told him so over and over; I don't know why he still thinks it will work," protested Draco, although he wouldn't look at Harry or Snape as he spoke.
"Because you don't want to give up all these little pleasures you've taken for granted all your life?" suggested Snape wearily. His hand was once more on Harry's lower back, stroking the one spot that never failed to make Harry shiver slightly. "For most people, these are not 'little offers' to consider. You need to think about what you want -- a steady job and weekend Quidditch aren't going to keep you entertained forever. You're accustomed to traveling and entertainment and getting your way..."
"I don't think it's that, exactly." Snape twisted back around to look at Harry, drawing him closer as he did so, and Harry felt his recovering cock leap. "I mean, for all my telling Draco that he's spoiled," Harry looked up at Draco, "he doesn't want to let his parents down. And his father knows that. And I can't even blame him, really, because if I had my dad around..." Snape's face had gone very tight, and there was something distinctly possessive in the way he was holding on to Harry's hip. "I know you think he wasn't always the nicest person but I'd have wanted to do what he asked me."
"Even if it was the wrong thing to do?" Snape bit out. "No matter how many other people it hurt?"
"It would be hard," Harry admitted, and now Draco met his eyes, nodding. "I'd probably be tempted to let my dad think I might do what he asked, or at least that I'd consider it, even if I wasn't really serious. Because I wouldn't want to hurt him either, or my mother." He worried at his lip with his teeth. "But... in the end I'd have to live my own life, not let them live it for me, or dictate it to me. And I'd hope that I could convince them that I was making the choices that would make me happiest."
Draco opened his mouth, but Harry continued before he could speak, "Maybe what you have to do is put the shoe on the other foot, Draco. If your father really does love you as much as you think, maybe you have to tell him that you're not going to take his meddling, and if he keeps it up you'll cut him out of your life. Not that I think you actually want to, or should," he added hastily. "But if he's going to bully you, well... I grew up with my cousin Dudley. So I know the only thing a bully respects is strength."
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