Celandine's Chronicle (celandineb) wrote in cels_fic_haven, @ 2007-08-08 17:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | coauthor: cruisedirector, hp fic harry/remus/severus, hp fic kink, hp fic three men |
HP fic: Three Men, ch. 1: Three Men and a Potion [Harry/Remus/Severus, adult]
Title: Three Men
chapter 1, "Three Men and a Potion"
Authors: celandineb and cruisedirector
Fandom: HP
Pairing: Harry/Remus/Severus
Rating: adult
Warnings: Wanking, rimming, felching, delayed orgasm, misuse of Legilimency. Not necessarily in that order.
Summary: A werewolf, a Death Eater and the Chosen One walked into a bar... Also here.
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns Harry, Remus, Severus and their magic potions.
"I should have realized this would happen the first time she said she wanted to try it with a penis," said Remus morosely, staring into his drink.
"Ginny wouldn't have left me for a woman with a penis!" Harry objected. "I mean, I HAVE a penis. What's the matter with mine?" He blushed when he realized that Remus was leaning over to look at his crotch. "Hey!"
"Well, is it very small?" Remus asked bluntly. He'd had too much firewhisky to be tactful.
"It is not!" Harry was blushing furiously. "That is, it's not as big as Seamus's, but it's bigger than Ron's! At least, when Ron isn't..." Harry had never seen Ron with an erection and fervently hoped that he never would. Not because Ron was a bloke, but because he was -- well -- Ron. And it would be weird to see him naked when Harry had had sex with his sister... and that one time with Charlie, but they'd both been drunk, so that didn't count.
"I'm sure Tonks didn't leave me because my penis was too small," Remus declared mournfully, picking up the drink and swirling it. "It's quite large. Sirius was always jealous."
"Don't talk about Sirius!" complained Harry automatically. He had never seen Sirius with an erection either, and now he never would.
"...and so was your father, and Peter was so jealous that I'm pretty sure..."
"Shut up already!" Harry kicked Remus under the table. Now he had a forest of cocks springing up in his mind, all of them attached to men he wouldn't have been thinking about if he weren't so drunk and depressed. Of course, it was probably worse for Remus, who had lost not only his lover but his home when Tonks kicked him out for Ginny. At least Harry still had number twelve, Grimmauld Place... not that that was exactly a cheery place to go home to. Especially alone. Which, of course, was why he was here.
"Tonks had a fairly nice penis," Remus said reflectively. "Not too big, and she didn't really know how to use it, but..."
At this, Harry stuck his fingers in his ears. "I do not want to hear about your sex life with Tonks! With or without a penis!" Because he was blocking his hearing, he did not realize how loud his voice had grown, and he suddenly became aware that people were staring. Including a familiar face... the very last person, in fact, that Harry would have wanted to overhear a thing like that.
"Well, well, Potter. Lupin. Drink often?" The sneering face of Severus Snape loomed closer as he rose from his seat at the bar to approach their table. His hair was as greasy as ever, and he was wearing his usual black robes fastened with what seemed like a thousand buttons.
Remus looked up blearily. "Severus. How are you?"
"Quite well. I gather the same cannot be said for you, however," Snape replied, casting a condescending look over Lupin -- whose clothes, it had to be admitted, were even more shabby than his usual low standard.
"At least we're not drinking alone," Harry snapped at him. "Unlike some."
Remus, unfortunately, misunderstood what Harry intended by that declaration. "Pull up a chair, Severus. What are you doing at the Leaky Cauldron?"
"I had business at the Ministry," Snape said shortly. "It seemed more convenient to stay here tonight than return to Hogsmeade and walk to Hogwarts in the dark."
"Still under investigation?" Harry asked. Snape glared and Remus shot a reproachful look at him. Severus had actually been cleared two years before.
"Still having trouble keeping your thoughts to yourself?" Infuriatingly, Snape smirked, finishing whatever it was he had been drinking and signaling for another. He glanced at Harry's nearly empty glass. "Perhaps you should go easy on the liquor, Potter."
"We both have reason to get drunk tonight," Remus explained, despite another kick to the shins from Harry. "Ginny and Tonks have... have..." He pulled out a handkerchief and blew his nose. "Allergies," he added.
"Of course," said Snape in a voice that made clear he didn't believe it. "There are potions to take care of that, you know."
"Do you ever think about anything besides potions?" Harry was really not in the mood to listen to Snape's smugly superior commentary, especially under these circumstances. Maybe not under any circumstances. "Listen, Snape, neither of us will be entertaining company tonight, so if you don't mind..."
"Oh, I don't mind. I hardly expect anything else from you, Potter." Snape stretched his legs, crossing them in front of him, and leaned back with a smirk as a waiter approached with a fresh drink for him. "But I do occasionally think about things other than potions."
"Like what?" asked Remus. "Even back in school, that was all that ever seemed to interest you."
"I think he thought plenty about the Dark Arts," muttered Harry. Snape looked pleased. "Making plans to become the next Dark Lord, perhaps?"
"There would be disadvantages to that choice of career." Snape took a sip of his drink. "With that sort of infamy, it's very difficult to have any sort of private life. If you take my meaning."
This was worse than hearing Remus talk about Sirius' cock, but strangely fascinating nonetheless. Harry tried to sneak a peek at Snape's groin, but the robes made it impossible to form any sort of impression about what lay beneath, just as they had when Harry was a student. Not that Harry had ever looked, of course.
Remus, however, perked up visibly if indiscreetly at Snape's remark. "Are you seeing someone, Severus?" he inquired. "Is it anyone we know?"
"Not at the moment," said Snape coolly, "but it has been known to happen. Yes, Potter, really," he added to Harry's look of disbelief.
Harry was trying to imagine who might be desperate enough to want to shag Snape. Maybe Professor Trelawney, if she was drunk enough, or the mousy receptionist at St. Mungo's. Or Filch, except that against all odds Harry had heard that he had married Madam Pince. Harry had always assumed that if Filch ever got married, it would be to his cat.
Unfortunately, when Remus got drunk, he also got nostalgic. "I remember when we were back at school, you had the biggest crush on Lucius Malfoy."
Harry was very sorry that he had just taken a drink, as he promptly began to choke. "Lucius Malfoy?" he spluttered as Remus slapped him on the back. "Well. That explains a lot."
Snape was glaring coolly at Remus. "At least I didn't have a crush on a dog," he said pointedly.
"It's not so unnatural for a wolf," countered Remus. "Besides, who but a dog could keep up with me before the full moon?"
Harry was about to object, again, to having to hear innuendo about his godfather's sex life, but Snape looked intrigued. "I've read about the stamina of werewolves," he said, a prurient gleam in his eye. "Are the rumors true?"
"Which rumors have you heard?"
"I really don't want..." Harry tried to interrupt, but neither man was listening. In fact they were eyeing each other speculatively. Was that an expression of lust on Remus' face?
"The full moon is the night after tomorrow, Severus," he said softly. "Would you like to investigate for yourself?"
"You're drunk," Harry reminded Remus firmly. "You don't really want to do this." He looked at Snape. "He doesn't really want to do this," he repeated.
"Jealous that he didn't ask you first, Potter?" asked Snape, smiling slightly, though his eyes had not left Remus. To him, he added, "I have a room upstairs."
"Of course not!" Harry objected. "I've never thought of Remus that way!"
"I have just two words for you, Potter: Occlumency lessons," said Snape. Harry blushed from his collar to the roots of his unruly hair. "If you thought I didn't notice those little fantasies..."
"Harry! I had no idea," said Remus. At least he wasn't disgusted. In fact, he looked rather cheered at the thought. "I always assumed you thought of me as an old man."
"No older than Sirius," Harry muttered, taking a drink. Even if Sirius had been his godfather. He pushed out of his mind the fact that both Remus and Sirius had been the same age as his parents as well.
Snape made a face. "Azkaban was not kind to Black. Although you're aging rather well, Lupin. For a..."
"If I'm going to go up to your room with you, don't you think you could call me Remus?" Harry was concerned to see that Remus was smiling. Didn't he realize how drunk he was? "I've waited a long time for this, Severus."
"But...!" Harry watched, appalled, while Remus and Severus stood up together, as if things had already been decided. "Remus! We were going to get drunk together!"
"And we have," said Remus kindly, leaning over and kissing him on the cheek. He must have been very, very drunk to have done that. "Well, come on."
"Come on where?"
"Come upstairs," Snape replied in the voice that suggested Harry was the stupidest wizard ever to be admitted to Hogwarts.
Harry gulped, but did not resist as Remus tugged on his hand and Snape led them upstairs to his room on the top floor. It was a small room, but had a double bed. There was nowhere but the bed to sit, since Snape's bag was on the single chair in the corner.
Remus had started undoing Snape's buttons as soon as the door closed, but was having trouble owing to his state of intoxication. He looked at Harry entreatingly. "Help me?"
"Help you undress Snape?"
"If I am to call him Remus, I suppose that you had better call me Severus," Snape told Harry. He was unfastening Remus' buttons with far more dexterity than Remus was displaying. Harry wondered whether Snape was even drunk. "You could always remove your own clothes if you do not wish to assist Remus."
"But... you can't possibly want to shag me." As soon as the words were out, Harry blushed again. "I mean, you hate me."
"What makes you think that?" said Snape softly.
"You always have!"
Remus grinned. "He fooled Voldemort for twenty years; don't you think he could fool you?"
"Oh." Harry felt a right idiot at the reminder.
"Clothes," Snape reminded him. Almost without thinking, Harry pulled his jumper over his head and began to unfasten his trousers. He had to sit down on the bed again to remove his shoes before he could pull them down, but then he remembered that Remus thought he might have a small penis and tried to cover it with his hands.
Remus had been telling the truth when he said that his own was not small. It was, in fact, the largest that Harry had ever seen... not that he had seen that many. Certainly not in the state that Remus' was in, sticking straight out from his body and getting larger by the second. He hoped that Remus didn't plan on putting that thing inside his arse, because he could not imagine how it might fit.
Fortunately Snape did not appear at all intimidated by the size of Remus' prick, even though his own was somewhat smaller... about the same size as Harry's, Harry was relieved to see. He moved his hands away from his crotch. "You look so much like your father," Remus murmured, and both Harry and Snape flinched at the same time.
"I really don't want to hear that!" Snape nodded emphatic agreement. "Um, if you don't mind my asking, what exactly are we going to do?"
"What do you want to do, Severus?" asked Remus agreeably.
An unsightly flush spread over Severus' face. "I've been working on a salve," he said, "but it still needs to be tested. I suppose that for my research purposes, I should test it myself."
"What kind of salve is it?" Harry asked uneasily.
Snape looked at him as if he had failed his first-year Potions examination. "Lubricant," he said.
"Then you should bottom!" said Remus with almost frightening enthusiasm.
"I suppose that to be thorough, I should try it both ways," Snape contradicted.
"Oh. I suppose that's true. Harry, you don't mind if Severus fucks you, do you?"
How had Harry got himself into this? He was supposed to be getting drunk and feeling maudlin about Ginny, and instead he was about to be buggered by Severus Snape! He wasn't sure he'd drunk enough for this, or that he was capable of drinking enough for this. "How do you know he's any good at it?" he demanded.
Snape drew himself up to his full height. "Are you questioning my professional judgment, Potter?"
"Er, no, sir." Harry said the word automatically, as if he were a student once again. He berated himself silently for the slip. Snape looked entirely satisfied with this response, and gestured toward the bed, not giving Harry a chance to object further.
"Are we just going to get straight down to business, then?" asked Harry. He wasn't even hard yet. Not completely at least. Seeing Remus' cock had given him some encouragement.
"We have all night, don't we?" said Remus, happily flinging himself on the bed and gesturing for Harry to join him. It still felt sort of weird to be looking at him naked. Harry sat and shuffled up onto the mattress, watching as Snape crossed the room and returned with a small vial of what had to be the salve he wanted to try.
"Can I smell it?" he asked.
Snape handed him the vial and Harry sniffed at it. It smelled like cedar and something sort of musty. Harry was rather surprised; from the way Snape had been talking, he'd expected something like Felix Felicis. At least this didn't remind him of Ginny.
"Does it meet with your approval, Potter?" asked Snape, bending to take the vial back. Harry was about to ask why Snape was still calling him Potter when Snape looked into his face, leaned forward and kissed him.
He kissed well, Harry had to admit. Much better than he had expected... not, of course, that he had ever thought about kissing Snape. Not seriously.
He felt the bed shift behind him and Remus' hands touch his shoulders. Then Remus kissed his neck. His moustache tickled a bit and Harry squirmed, breaking the kiss with Snape, who looked over his shoulder at Remus. They sandwiched Harry in between them as they kissed, the hair on their chests rubbing against Harry on both sides. It was strange to have so much hardness all around him instead of curves. His cock was definitely interested now.
"You've done this before, with men, haven't you, Harry?" Remus asked him. Snape pulled back far enough to look at his face, which was still hot from having called Snape sir. Even though Harry had become a very good Occlumens, he had never been able to resist properly when Snape tried to read his mind, so he knew better than to try to lie.
"Just once. Um, and just with one man at the time." Snape smirked, and Harry had the distinct impression that this pleased him.
"But you were the bottom." Snape stated it as a fact. Harry couldn't claim that he had topped, but he resented that Snape had assumed the reverse so quickly, and his annoyance clearly amused Snape even more. Remus, on the other hand, only seemed happy that Harry was not completely inexperienced. He tugged at Harry's shoulder to turn him around and began to kiss him.
Remus' mouth tasted of the firewhisky he'd been drinking and his kisses were sloppier than Snape's, thought Harry, who then felt guilty that he had ranked Snape above Remus at anything. Of course, Remus was rather drunk and Snape seemed not affected at all, so maybe it wasn't a fair comparison.
Kissing Remus back, Harry was aware of Snape watching the two of them with great interest. He felt a little self-conscious -- he would never willingly have admitted to Snape before tonight that he wanted to kiss Remus, or Snape himself for that matter, no matter what Snape might have seen while poking around uninvited inside Harry's mind.
"So sweet," Remus sighed, nuzzling Harry's ear, and Harry caught a glimpse of Snape's prick bobbing in front of him as Snape watched them. He would also never have thought that would appeal to him, but he reached out and took it in his hand. The skin was hot and dry under his fingers as he slid them along the shaft, and Snape made a noise in his throat that told Harry he liked what was happening.
"Here." Snape lifted the vial. "Hold out your hand."
The dollop of salve felt cool and almost tingly on his fingers as Harry smoothed it on Snape's cock. It spread much further than he expected; his hand was still slippery with it, so he reached down towards Remus' prick as well. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Snape pouring a bit more into his own hand.
"That werewolf prick needs as much coverage as possible," he said approvingly, and his hand joined Harry's on Remus' large cock, their fingers bumping as together they made Remus moan. Harry could not imagine that huge erection inside anyone without hurting and he was enthralled by the idea that Snape actually wanted to be fucked by it. And Snape wanted to fuck him, too, even though Harry had never thought Snape liked the way he looked, too much his father's son... it felt wickedly exciting.
"Why don't you get on all fours on the bed, so I can prepare you," Snape suggested, his tone almost an order.
As Harry scrambled to obey, he felt Remus' hand stroke over him. "Nice. I tried to imagine this..."
Hearing that startled Harry. He'd never suspected that Remus thought of him that way before tonight; as a student, certainly, perhaps even as a quasi-godson, but not as someone Remus wanted to have sex with. To know that both Remus and Snape were keen to fuck him was balm to Harry's Ginny-bruised ego and he quivered as he knelt on the bed, his legs parted for Snape.
Even as his arse was slicked, though, he felt a hand -- no, two hands, it must be both of the other men touching him, one fondling his balls from behind and the other toying with his cock. Harry buried his face in the pillow, panting as he was spread open. That must be Remus making little growling noises, he decided, and whimpered when the warm hand around his prick went away.
"Patience, Potter." Snape's cock slid along the crack between Harry's arse cheeks. "Can't have you finishing too soon -- you're considerably younger than we are." Harry wanted to reply that that only meant he'd be hard again twice as fast, but he didn't want to embarrass himself either, coming before Snape had even...
Something that felt huge and blunt pushed into Harry, and he let out a yelp of surprise. A moment later it had retreated and he realized he had just shrieked like a virgin from being penetrated by Snape's cock. He blushed violently as Snape said, "Perhaps I ought to try that more slowly."
"No -- it's okay -- you just startled me." Oh, that had been a stupid thing to say; it wasn't as if Snape could fuck him without putting his prick in Harry's arse!
But Snape must have been more drunk than Harry thought, because he made no belittling comments, only rubbed up and down in the cleft, smearing more lube, before pressing just the head of his cock inside again. "Fuck, you're tight," he groaned.
Which must be good, although Harry refrained from asking to make sure; if it was something obvious then Snape would laugh, maybe Remus too, and he was feeling out of place enough already. Besides, he was too busy trying to keep breathing and relax against the sensation of having Snape's cock slowly thrust inside him. He'd never actually done this before; Charlie had sucked him off, and Harry had returned the favor.
"Pass that over," Remus complained from behind Snape. "You do want me to fuck you, don't you, Severus? I'll need more if I'm to do it properly, you're dry as parchment back here."
Harry stifled a snort, which turned into a groan of pleasure as the prick in his arse brushed over his prostate. Merlin, if he'd known it would feel like that! He tried to balance on one forearm and reach for his own cock with the other, but was unexpectedly shoved forward. Snape's hands curled around his hips and pulled him back to the rumble of a low chuckle. "Careful, Remus."
"Sorry." Remus sounded breathless.
Harry had no choice but to drop both his hands to the mattress, bracing himself against his elbows and fists. If Snape felt this huge, he couldn't even imagine what it would be like for Snape to have Remus' prick inside him, but Snape certainly did not seem to object to the preparation. He was groaning, pressing in and out of Harry, and one of his hands came around Harry's side to wrap around his aching cock.
"I'm -- oh fuck -- can't help it, I need to come!" Harry gasped. Just when he thought he had no choice but to explode and take himself out of the game, he felt Snape squeeze him hard at the very base of his erection. He cried out again, but whatever Snape had done had worked: he didn't ejaculate, and was able to hold still as Remus shifted, making the mattress heave as he pressed close to Snape and pushed in. The first thrust practically sent Harry crashing into the headboard, and he had to brace his arms again.
"Am I hurting you, Harry?" Both the question and having Snape call him by his first name were unexpectedly exciting. Could Snape tell he'd never had a cock inside him? Somehow Harry had a feeling that Snape would love to know it, though Harry doubted he'd have had the courage to let Snape be his first if Remus hadn't been here as well, making wonderful growling noises as he shamelessly fucked Snape's evidently experienced arse.
"No," he panted. It did hurt, a little, but in a good way. Each time Snape pushed forward or pulled out through the tight ring of muscle was like scratching an itch he hadn't known he had. Snape's bollocks slapped warm and heavy against his perineum.
"Good." Snape's hand was still coiled around Harry's prick and his thumb was stroking along the length of it, making Harry suck in his breath with a hiss. Snape's breath was hot on Harry's neck and he started whispering into Harry's ear. "You're the hottest fuck I've had in a long time. How long can you hold out? I want you to wait until I tell you to come, you'll come harder than you ever have. I know all your secrets..."
Hearing Snape talk dirty made Harry's mind whirl. He wasn't in control of this at all -- Remus was setting the pace now, and to a lesser extent Snape, and Harry could only accept what they were doing. He loved it. No one was going to make any demands he couldn't handle, all he had to do was manage not to come until Snape said so. Already he could tell that Snape's promise that it would be the best orgasm he'd ever had was going to be fulfilled.
If he could wait... he moaned again, and Snape squeezed again, forcing him to control himself.
Remus, meanwhile, was making wonderful noises and fucking Snape hard; Harry could hear the slap of his thighs against the backs of Snape's each time he thrust in, and he'd never known anyone to growl and grunt and moan so much. It made a nice contrast with Snape's entirely articulate control: "You don't want to come yet, Harry, not until I tell you. Another time I'll put a ring around your cock and balls and make you wait. I'll let you ride me, and you can come on my chest as a reward..."
Harry cried out deliriously at the same moment Remus groaned, "Severus!" He was thrusting fast, shoving Snape into Harry each time, and each jolt sent a new wave of pleasure through Harry's groin. Then Remus groaned Harry's name as well, fumbling down over Snape's hip to touch him.
He couldn't help it, he couldn't -- Harry bit into the pillow and tried to think of something, anything, besides the way it felt to have both Snape and Remus touching him at once. Remembering this moment was going to let him conjure his Patronus wandless for the foreseeable future. Then Snape went still against him, quivering, and commanded, "All right, Harry, come for us now."
His balls were drawn up so tight and he'd been holding back so long, with Snape's help, that he wailed as he came, unable to articulate even "fuck" or "god" or the name of either man whose fingers he wetted with his semen as he shook. All he could do was try to gasp in enough air not to faint.
"Harry?" Remus' voice seemed distant.
"Harry." So did Snape's, although he couldn't be, since Harry could feel Snape's cock slipping out of his arse.
"Mm." Harry didn't want to move, despite being weighted down under two sweaty bodies. He sprawled flat, and after a moment he felt Snape put his hands on either side of his head, bracing up on his knees to let Remus fuck him without them crushing Harry underneath.
Now Snape was groaning too, though he was still talking. "I always knew you'd fuck like an animal, Lupin -- don't slow down, that wasn't a complaint! Keep going, it's so dirty with you..."
Despite the pleasant lassitude in his body, Harry wanted to see their faces. Careful not to knock Snape over, he rolled between his arms and legs, looking up at his unnaturally flushed face.
Snape's eyes were wide and bright and Harry discovered that he could do what Snape had always done so easily to him: he could read his thoughts. Which right now were a torrid collection of images, including a rutting werewolf and a wide-eyed Harry Potter kneeling on his Hogwarts office floor.
If he hadn't just come, he would have been hard in an instant. As it was, his spent cock gave a little twitch. Snape had thought that about him? Some of what he saw made Harry's throat dry... there were fantasies that matched his own, and some that he'd never even dared imagine.
He reached for Snape's hard prick, still slick from the salve, and let Remus' rhythm thrust it through his encircling hand. Tentatively, almost timidly, he thought about how Snape fucking him had felt, and let that image flow from his own thoughts to Snape's. The dark eyes widened further, their expression disbelieving.
"Oh, fuck, Lupin, this was Harry's first time bottoming." Snape broke off the ongoing monologue and moved his head the few inches necessary to fasten his lips to Harry's, using his tongue like a cock and thrusting it into Harry's mouth just as his prick was thrusting into Harry's hand. His open eyes were so close to Harry's that the Legilimency between them was more intense than Harry would have believed possible -- this was like being inside Snape's head. Snape was so aroused that Harry began to be again, too.
If he had known that sex with Snape would be like this, he might have skipped all that time with Ginny and proclaimed his queerness to the world as soon as he'd left Hogwarts. Remus, too, was sexier than he had ever imagined, making those growling, grunting, barking noises as he thrust into Snape, though Harry still couldn't imagine how that huge prick couldn't hurt going in. But it was Snape right now who was kissing him and rubbing over him, nudging his fingers aside to bring their cocks together.
When Snape suddenly called out, spurting jet after jet of hot cream onto Harry's belly, he saw in Snape's mind his own face contorted with pleasure -- Snape's fantasy of Harry having an orgasm -- and moaned with him, thrusting up against the wiry hair of his pelvis. "God, Severus, YES!" Remus roared, very nearly crushing him on top of Harry as he pushed in erratically. Harry could only see part of Remus' face above Snape's shoulder, but his mouth was open and he looked happier than Harry had ever seen him.
By the time the other two had fallen still, Harry was fully hard again and whimpering softly. "I think Potter's ready for more," Snape told Remus, turning his head as if sharing a grave confidence.
Grinning down, Remus shifted to one side and Snape to the other. "Why, Severus, you made a mess of him. Surely we should clean that up." A moment later, two tongues were on Harry's cock, vying for dominance, with occasional detours to his balls and the streaks drying on his abdomen where Snape had ejaculated on him.
Harry acquiesced very happily to their ministrations, watching the two heads bobbing over his prick. If they paused to kiss each other for a while instead of licking him, Harry was content to enjoy that sight as well, being quite sure that neither Remus nor Snape was going to let him go unsatisfied.
Eventually Remus settled down to sucking him in earnest, still making those animalistic snuffles and growls in his throat as he worked over Harry's cock. Snape nibbled his way up Harry's chest instead and began to nuzzle his neck, his fingers finding Harry's nipples and pinching them, twisting until Harry moaned at the delightful torment.
"No wonder you were so tight," Snape breathed into Harry's ear. "I thought you said you'd bottomed before."
Having sex had been Charlie's idea, but when it had come down to it, it had not quite happened. "I've never topped," Harry conceded, his hips rising involuntarily as Remus ran his fingernails over the tender skin of Harry's balls. It wasn't as if Snape had given him a chance to explain earlier. However, it also wasn't as if Snape was upset at having been deceived; he appeared instead to be positively gleeful as he leaned in to kiss Harry again.
Between the fingers tugging at his nipples and the tongue flicking over the sensitive head of his cock, Harry was on the verge of another orgasm. And Snape was hard again as well; Harry could feel his prick nudging against his hip. "Would you let me inside you again?" he whispered.
With a helpless groan, Harry arched into Remus' mouth, reaching down to squeeze his cock the way Snape had squeezed it to keep him from coming before. "Yes," he said.
Remus had apparently overheard the conversation, and put his hands on Harry's hips to help him roll onto his side without ever removing his mouth from Harry's cock. Snape slid into place behind him, also on his side, and Harry could feel him fumbling with the jar of his new potion. He wondered whether Snape was just eager to carry on his tests or whether it was perhaps an excuse to be inside Harry again.
The salve felt good as Snape dabbed it on him, soothingly cool and slick. The lingering soreness dissipated as Snape's prick nudged into him, and Harry gasped, a shiver running through him as the nerves between his arse and his cock suddenly came afire. He moved the back of his hand against the stubble of Remus' jaw, and Remus seemed to realize what he needed, stopping sucking at Harry and just holding his cock tenderly with lips and tongue, so that Harry was able to keep himself in check as Snape began to move.
"I haven't been this quick to recover in years," Snape was murmuring into Harry's ear. "Some of it's the potion, but it's you and Remus, too. Fuck, you're hot, Harry, you're so tight that I could fuck you all day. Ginny Weasley's a fool to give you up."
Harry moaned and rocked back against Snape, not sure whether it was Snape's words or his cock that made him feel the greater thrill. He looked down to Remus and saw that having paused from blowing Harry, he had wrapped a hand around his own cock and was tugging at it rapidly. Harry almost wanted to know what it would be like to have Remus' huge prick in him, but this was more than good enough... maybe another time. If there was another time, and they weren't all too embarrassed afterward.
"Lift your leg, put it on Remus' shoulder, Harry," Snape suggested, his hand snaking around to pinch Harry's nipples once more, and Harry complied.
At this angle Snape could push deeply inside him and Harry had more control to press back. If he stayed in this position, he would likely come all over Remus' face, soon... oh, his cock liked that idea! But he didn't know if Remus would like it so much.
With Snape, however, he had no such concerns, which was both a surprise and a delight. He would never have guessed that Snape would be so vocal during sex! "I'm going to fill your arse again," Snape was crooning. "And then I'm going to lick it clean. And then, if you're up for another go, you can fill my arse -- I never imagined I'd be so lucky as to find you nearly untouched."
Harry blushed scarlet, but Remus was leering enthusiastically at him as well, wanking himself hard. "You can fuck me while he's fucking you, Severus," he panted.
"If the salve works as I designed it to, I can," Snape promised. He let go of Harry's nipple and reached to touch Remus' face. "That legendary stamina of the werewolf was what I had in mind."
Remus licked his lips and grinned, then again licked Harry's cock, dragging his tongue over the head as if he were a dog tasting a bone, and growled.
"Oh, fuck!" Harry cried out and convulsed without warning, spattering Remus' face. His arse clenched around Snape's prick, which slammed in and out, fast, as if Snape had wanted to come before Harry did and was now trying to catch up.
"I'm going to cure you of that regrettable lack of control, Harry." Snape's voice was low and intense in his ear, and Harry wondered at how much control Snape himself must have, to talk when he must be very close to orgasm. Remus gave a little snort, bringing up his hand to wipe Harry's come off his face, and Snape amended, "The two of us will cure you. Yes, Remus?"
"Oh yes." Remus dragged himself up the bed, grasping Harry's hip and holding him steady against Snape's assault from behind. His prick rubbed against Harry's thigh. "We should really have done this long ago. Maybe Tonks would have enjoyed it, too, with or without her penis." His expression was slightly maudlin once more, though Harry was relieved to see that he didn't look nearly as depressed as he had earlier. Rutting against Harry, Remus added, "But if you don't finish fucking Harry, he can't fuck you, Severus."
"Tell me to come, Harry," Snape said.
Harry felt himself reddening, but he tried to lower his voice and sound as commanding as possible. "Come for me, Severus. I want to feel you do it..."
With a loud grunt, Snape thrust into him hard and Harry felt suddenly slick around the wide shaft. He groaned too; he hadn't expected Snape to respond so quickly. The older man's control was really very impressive.
Remus, however, was still a little drunk, and after a minute or so of sloppy thrusting along Harry's hip while Snape recovered, he moaned and shot streaks of warmth along Harry's hip and over the side onto Snape. Snape slid his hand into the mess, rubbing it into Harry's skin, which felt delightfully dirty.
It felt even more so when Snape slipped out of Harry, slid down in the bed and spread his arse open with his hands. A moment later his tongue traced a path from one cheek to the center, where he began to lick around Harry's arsehole. "Oh fuck, that's good." Harry heard the whimper in his own voice. He opened his eyes to find Remus grinning at him.
"Never had anyone rim you before?"
Flushing even more deeply, Harry first nodded, then shook his head, then said, "A few times -- not like this." It was almost like being fucked again as Severus' tongue slid inside him and he sucked.
Eyebrows went up, but Remus smiled knowingly. "Tonks didn't much enjoy it either, no matter how clean I was." He touched the pot of salve which had rolled across the mattress. "I'd lay you Galleons to Knuts that this is anti... anti... can't think of the word. Clean, not just slippery. Isn't it, Severus?"
Snape made a grunting sound that Harry took to be assent, his mouth still sealed over Harry's arsehole and his tongue writhing delightfully.
"Antiseptic?" Harry managed to say the word despite his extremely distracted state.
"That's it." Remus pushed away the hair that had flopped into his eyes and unscrewed the lid of the jar, sniffing at the contents. "I wonder." He dabbed a finger in and tasted before taking a bit more and reaching for Harry's cock. "I don't need any help this close to the full moon, but..."
Really, Harry did not need any help either; Snape's tongue in his arse was doing things Harry had never known were possible. He wondered whether there were exercises one had to perform to learn to do that. Still, he glanced down to where he could see Snape's hand wrapped around his upper thigh.
"That salve's an aphrodisiac, Severus?"
There was a pause, then a bit of a shrug, and then Snape did something with his chin against the backs of Harry's balls that made Harry forget the question. Remus' hand had closed around his cock and was stroking him back to hardness, which felt wonderful, but what really had Harry going was the knowledge that he was going to fuck Snape. Really, who ever could have foreseen that?
With a lewd slurping noise, Snape pulled his mouth away from Harry's arse and took the little pot from Remus, crawling between them and slicking his fingers as he reached toward Remus' arse. "No additional lubrication is necessary for me; Remus' ministrations were quite sufficient," he announced.
Then Harry realized that he was about to fuck Snape after Remus had filled him with semen not very long before. He supposed that should have seemed dirty, but it was good-dirty, like they were all sharing something naughty and delightful. And he was going to get to top the pile!
He slid up against Snape's back, reaching around to stroke his nipples. Snape's hair smelled better than he would have expected given its usual greasy appearance. "Any time you're ready," Snape murmured in a suggestive tone, pushing his hips back so that Harry's cock wedged between his buttocks.
It took a moment of fumbling before Harry had himself aligned properly. When he pushed the head of his cock into Snape's arse, he caught his breath, the sound echoed by Snape. The tightness was different from fucking Ginny; neither she nor Harry had ever suggested trying anal sex, although they had done a few things that had seemed rather daring and kinky at the time. Several of the images he had seen in Snape's mind flashed through his memory, and he decided that no, what he and Ginny had tried had in fact been quite tame.
"Come on, Harry, fuck me, that's right." Snape's voice was encouraging, even demanding, as Harry pressed in further until his balls were nestled comfortably against Snape's arse. He wasn't worried about hurting him as he might have done in other circumstances. If Snape could take in Remus' huge prick without a quiver, he could handle Harry. He was slick and hot and open; Harry could feel the remnants of Remus' semen wetting his own cock and it excited him to think that he was sharing this experience indirectly with Remus as well as Snape.
A growl came from Remus as Snape penetrated him. Harry gave Snape's nipple another pinch before stretching to do the same for Remus, provoking a loud yip in response. It was lovely to have them both so vocal, Snape with words and Remus with sounds. Harry wished he were more comfortable making such noises himself, but all he could manage was a few groans and moans and the occasional "oh fuck yes" without feeling like an idiot.
Who would have thought that Snape, who rarely spoke except to criticize, would be the sort to blurt out things like, "Ahh, your prick feels good. Fuck me harder!"? It was impossible to resist that sort of demand! Every time he shoved into Snape, he sent Snape propelling into Remus, who would grunt or growl and shove back, pushing Snape up against Harry. He hoped that he was hitting that same spot inside Snape that Snape had found inside him.
He didn't have to wonder for long; his knee slipped, changing the angle of his thrust, and Snape roared, "Yes, right THERE!" Harry gave up thinking and thrust savagely, listening to Snape's mutterings and Remus' grunts that were practically barks. The bed was creaking beneath them and Harry sincerely hoped it was magically reinforced.
"I'm going to come again," Snape announced breathlessly, very nearly making Harry lose control. "The salve is working, I'm so fucking hard... Harry, you first. I want to feel you filling my arse, I want you to scream." And fuck, how was Harry supposed to hold back after that? He bucked into the tight heat, wailing, balls tightening against Snape's arse, and when they emptied themselves through his cock deep inside Snape, he threw back his head and yelled.
Utterly spent, he could only hang on to Snape's back as Snape cried out, "Fuck, yes, Harry, stay in, I'm almost there and I want you inside me when I come inside Remus... come on Remus, unload that thick cream for me, now, NOW."
"Make it rougher," Remus growled, and Snape's hips snapped, almost unseating Harry's softening prick. Then a howl and a groan and Snape's arse clenched, and Harry knew the other two had come.
It was a few minutes before any of them had the energy to untangle themselves, however; Harry could hardly believe that they'd achieved three go-rounds. Well, he might have managed on his own, if not so rapidly, and maybe Remus could have given what he'd implied about werewolf sexual capacity near the full moon, but it was astonishing that Snape had done so. Harry wondered just what was in that salve.
Remus seemed to be thinking the same thing. "That's an amazing potion you've concocted, Severus. Are you planning to sell it to a grateful public?" He rolled over and propped himself up on an elbow, his expression more at peace than Harry had seen it in months.
"Eventually, when I've perfected it," Snape drawled. Harry didn't think he'd ever known Snape to be so lazily content either. He relaxed back against Harry, who still had his arms around him, even though his prick had finally slipped out.
"Well, you'll make a fortune." Remus didn't sound particularly envious, just pleased for Snape. "I'm grateful you let us help you test it..."
"The pleasure was all mine." In addition to being content, Snape sounded quite smug. Harry wondered how much of that was because he now knew that Harry had never had sex with a man before. He blushed a little when Snape looked over his shoulder at him. "Satisfied?"
"Yes. Very." Even though his cheeks were still warm, Harry smiled a little. He wasn't going to let pride stop him from admitting that he wanted to do this again. "I'd be quite happy to help if you feel you need to make further tests." He winked at Remus. "Since werewolves apparently don't really need something like this."
"Not true," Remus protested cheerfully. "When the moon is waning, it's an entirely different matter. If Severus needs additional testing assistance, I'd be a perfect subject later in the month."
"Well." Snape seemed to have to think it over, although Harry suspected that he was doing so just to yank his and Remus' chains. "I'll keep your generous offers in mind. Now, however, I do have be up bright and early to get back to Hogwarts, and this bed is not well-suited for three to sleep in... not if any of them moves a lot. Which I do. So the two of you might find it preferable to leave."
"Right, Harry, I can tell when I'm not wanted." Remus stretched, bone-crackingly, and began to fumble for his clothes. "Nearly forgot." He brought out his wand and muttered a quick spell; Harry found himself clean of all the remnants of sex, and regretted it slightly, though he realized it was probably a good idea. Following Remus' lead, he started to get dressed. Snape watched them both with hooded eyes.
"You do realize that by throwing us out, you're pretty much guaranteeing that Remus and I are going to shag without you," Harry told him.
"I feel certain you would have got around to it yourselves, anyway," Snape smirked at him. "If you weren't too drunk to do so. Besides, since Lupin has just pocketed my potion, I expect a report in the morning about its effectiveness -- testimonials for the package, perhaps."
"Yes, but wouldn't it be better if you could watch us? Gather your own evidence?"
Snape appeared to consider this. "I suppose that is not the worst idea you've had. But there is still the matter of the bed..."
Harry rolled his eyes. Pulling his wand from his pocket, he used an inflation charm. The bed expanded until there was barely room to walk around it; the chair on which Snape's bag rested was pressed tightly between the mattress and the wall, and it was unclear whether the door would still open. "Bit slow tonight, Severus," he snickered, unfastening his trousers once more. "Now shove over. I don't know about Remus and his werewolf metabolism, but I could do with a bit of a nap."
"That is a good idea," agreed Remus. "Even this werewolf needs rest and recuperation occasionally." He pulled his clothes off again as well and crawled into the bed next to Harry, who had no objection whatsoever to being in the middle. "I trust you don't snore, Severus?"
Snape sniffed. "No one has complained yet." Harry wondered briefly whether that meant that Snape really didn't snore, or that he had spent so few nights with someone else that there had been no opportunity to hear any complaints. "Nox."
The light went out. Harry curled up against Remus, and rather to his surprise felt Snape's arm drape across him. He drifted off to sleep feeling almost glad that Ginny had left him for a woman with a penis.
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