Albus’s hands grip James’s waist, one hand travelling, slipping down his stomach…

“Don’t touch his cock,” Teddy warns.

Al’s hand stops, and James mewls, mouth opening and silently begging for Albus’s tongue again, for his hand to disobey.

“Jesus, Teddy, if you knew how long I’ve wanted to touch his cock...” Albus growls. And hearing it sparks something wonderful inside James… something bright and warm.

“I can guess,” Teddy says dryly. “Just not yet. Not till after we’ve fucked him.” Teddy takes James’s chin and turns his head, looking James in the eyes. “He’s going to come from how full of cock his arse is.”

“God…” Albus breathes.

James stares at Teddy beneath him, his own lids grown heavy again. He leans forward slightly, coming off Teddy’s dick about halfway. Teddy holds his waist, steadying him, and James waits.

“Get your cock really wet,” Teddy instructs Albus while watching James’s face. They both feel it when Albus lines himself up.

James leans forward still more, inviting Albus to mount him. Albus whispers an obscenity, scuttling closer on his knees. James feels Albus against his back, the trembling of his body. Belatedly, Albus strips his t-shirt off, then he’s pressing in, skin to skin, his cock nudging Teddy’s and vying for James’s hole.

“Fingers first,” Teddy says. He cups the back of James’s head, watching his face for changes. James gasps when Albus slips one finger, and then two, in against Teddy’s cock. Teddy huffs a pleased moan.

James chances a look behind himself to see Albus’s expression is one of concentration mixed with awe. He slides his fingers in further, watching it, his face reddening in that way that’s so familiar.

“Does it hurt?” Albus asks.

James shakes his head. “...s’good,” he admits. Merlin, he’s never confided in anyone but Teddy about how much he loves that feeling of pressure inside… that sensation that he’s not only full but overly so. And now Al more than knows; he’s making James feel that way.

“One more finger,” Teddy instructs. “Make enough of a gap that you can slip the head of your cock in.”

Albus works a third finger in alongside the others. James whines high in the back of his throat. He aches with it. He feels deliciously unsteady, like reality is warping around him. He takes a lungful of air, his eyes rolling shut. His arse throbs, and for a moment, he’s afraid he’s going to come all over Teddy’s stomach before Al can even get inside him.

“Shhh,” coos Teddy. “Shh, shhh, I’ve got you.” One hand encircles the base of James’s cock tight enough to stave off the impending climax that Teddy saw coming. It feels so fucking good, that hand finally on his cock. James feels cared for, turned on beyond measure… suspended between two warm bodies, the two most important people in his life.

And then Albus grunts, fumbling his cock at the gap his fingers have made. It happens easily, more than he’d have expected.

“Holy shit,” Albus breathes as the head of his cock goes in. “Fuck.”

“Slowly,” Teddy says. He grits his teeth for a moment, lost in his own pleasure. “Easy now… pull your fingers out, Al.”

There’s something scandalous about hearing his brother’s name in Teddy’s mouth. It’s mad, knowing that their cocks are touching, squeezed tight together inside of him. They’re sharing him, experiencing each other. James finds himself overwhelmed, tears springing up in his eyes, having nothing to do with pain.

Albus follows Teddy’s tutelage and pulls his fingers free. He takes James’s hips in his hands and fucks a little farther into him, his breath choked off with it. Teddy cups James’s bum in both hands as he pumps his hips up, and his cock slides against Al’s inside him.

Then they’re both fucking him. James shivers as Al grunts close behind his ear, his cock burrowing deeper. Teddy’s hands tighten on the globes his his arse. James feels his arsehole stretch… feels the channel open for them… feels like there’s no part of him they’re not touching.

There’s a sound coming from him now. It’s continuous, would be embarrassing, except that it’s nothing under his control. He’s jostled between them, body buoyed by Teddy’s under him, swayed by Al behind him. And with every thrust, he feels so full he’s gasping for breath, a tear slipping down his cheek, and the pressure is beyond anything he thought he’d be able to stand. He’s losing it, and they’re going to see him lose it, witness every moment he falls.

“Tell me,” Teddy says. “Tell us.” Eyes dancing the colour of dusk, hair pulsing.

“So full,” James sighs. “I’m yours. You’re filling me. Both filling me. I’m yours.”

When he comes, it’s almost gentle. It’s a small cry, his penis spurting, his hole gripping them. It’s intimate, the way he can’t help but hold onto them, the way he can feel every vein of them both. His cock throbs, spitting out the last, and then Albus fucks him hard, bucking his hips. He’s holding James close. “God…” he sighs, and wet warmth floods his body. So much of it. And it’s then that James realises that Teddy’s coming at the same time, his face twisting with the pleasure. James rides them, rising and falling minutely, slowly. He works them inside himself, and he feels such power in it, such bliss.

He collapses on Teddy’s chest, moving with the breaths Teddy takes. He feels his brother’s hands stroking over his back, memorising him. Albus runs his hands down to the small of his back, to the cleft of his arse, dips his thumb into the valley where it almost tickles. James feels the come start to leak out, and it’s like Albus is thumbing it out of him, that slight pressure at his crevice. James groans. One by one they extract their pricks. James whines. He’s so open, and it occurs to him to feel ashamed. Albus can see inside him, for fuck’s sake. From the way he’s trying to control his breathing, James can very nearly feel his rapt gaze.

Then his fingers… Albus’s fingers, tentatively dipping back inside his hole. James makes a mewling sound against Teddy’s chest and feels the answering rumble of contentment, of spare arousal. He clamps his rim around Al’s questing fingers, but no one would describe him as tight right now. Albus pulls his fingers out and smears their combined fluids up James’s crack, up to that ticklish spot where he makes an idle circle. Then his lips are on James’s back, tasting his sweat. “Jamie…” said so softly.

“Stay for a while,” Teddy tells him, his hand on the back of James’s neck.

Al’s fingers go back to dipping just a tiny bit inside James’s arse, as though he can’t resist it. “I probably shouldn’t.”

The statement, like a set of scales, could dip either way, and it propels James around. He turns, pushing Al to his side next to Teddy. He cups his face, kissing him. He kisses him with tears in his throat. He kisses him straight through any traces of regret, until Al’s moaning into his mouth, until his arms wrap around James, and their bodies collide, soft cocks touching, shameful and indulgent. James is high on him, on this, on taking it, this thing he has no hope of returning to normal. Teddy’s hand trails down his back. Then he moves in, sandwiching James between them. It’s overly warm and sticky. The smell of fucking lingers. Teddy’s hand reaches across and rests on Al’s waist.

James breaks the kiss, looking into Al’s eyes before he can’t abide that deep a connection and shuts his own. But he sees the slight smile first. That sweet Albus smile James knows in his blood.

“Stay for a while,” James echoes. Albus can’t unfuck him; he might as well sleep in their arms as well. The deed is done.

Teddy works an arm between himself and James and strokes his fingers into the crack of James’s arse. “Sore?” he asks.

“A little,” he lies. It’s a lot. But he likes it. Isn’t finished with it. “No need for Healing charms.”

“Mmm,” Teddy grunts, but he leaves his fingers there just the same. James likes that too… that proprietary press against his arsehole. When Al reaches down and cups his soft cock and his balls, James inhales sharply, but he doesn’t move. Not until Teddy murmurs, “Go to sleep, love. We’ve got you.”

And then James relaxes into their hands, between their bodies. He feels that place inside him where they’ve both been, feels it throb. He wriggles down a bit, wrapping himself in their warmth. He lets it all go.

END

You deserve a far better comment but unfortunately I am dead. DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAD. Holy mother of fuck! That was nnnggh guh asldjsfsdhgjwwgsk ded.

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*re-reads until melted puddle of goo*

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You have SPOILED me with this the length of this beauty and it's perfect, everything I could have dreamed for this prompt and so much more! The characterizations and relationship dynamics between all of them felt like they were pulled straight from my head, and OMG there is NEVER enough DP in fic for my tastes, and this totally scratched that itch! I am definitely going to need to reread this a couple more times, just to really soak in the unnaturally hot smut. Thank you SO much for claiming this one! I'm always excited for more LQT!Fic. ♥

I'm absolutely thrilled you liked it, Grace! :D THANK YOU SO MUCH! <3333 Eeeeee! And btw, thank you again for the stellar prompt! I mean, unf yes! :P :D ;P

AHHHHHH omg, so good. Just so filthy and hot and nnnffhhhhgggggghhhhhhh. Just guh, I can't. I mean, I was dead just from the James/Teddy at the start and Teddy fucking the truth out of James, and getting him to confess in front of Al? OMG. But I think the thing that really did me in was when James grabbed Al's shirt and kissed him. Man, all the feelings. I mean, sorry, words are not coming out right but ;lksflksfjkljf that desire and the guilt all rolled together was delicious, but when Al and James actually finally come together? Gah. And then with Teddy there. Oh these three are like my next-gen OT3. So so wrong and delicious and wicked good porn with all the feelings. LOVE IT.