HP fic: Three Men, ch. 2: Three Men and a Bed [Harry/Remus/Severus, adult]
Title: Three Men chapter 2, "Three Men and a Bed" Authors: celandineb and cruisedirector Fandom: HP Pairing: Harry/Remus/Severus Rating: adult Warning: Wanking, rimming, dirty talk, dirtier fantasies, misuse of Legilimency. Not necessarily in that order. Summary: After spending an evening in drunken debauchery, no one was surprised when everyone woke up in the middle of the night for more. Also here. Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns Harry, Remus, Severus and their magic potions.
A shaking bed woke Snape some time after midnight. It was no surprise -- he had not really expected the werewolf to be able to keep his hands to himself so close to the full moon, in bed with two other people, although he had never been certain of Lupin's interest in men and certainly not in himself. Snape wondered just how long Lupin had harbored forbidden thoughts about Harry Potter.
If Lupin had any moral qualms about shagging his former student, however, they were not immediately in evidence when Snape cracked one eye open to observe. Nor were any other demonstrations of professed Gryffindor ethics. Lupin flourished a hand in front of Potter, producing a half-full vial of Snape's brand-new, barely-tested lubricant salve, and Potter's eyes grew wide.
"That isn't..."
"It is." Lupin's voice was a gleeful whisper. "I pinched it from Severus earlier," he added, giving Potter a conspiratorial look. "If you'd be interested in, shall we say, some independent testing?"
Snape considered objecting that he should have been consulted first, but an image of Lupin's cock flashed into his mind and he decided to hold his tongue. He very much liked the idea of watching Potter take that huge organ into his arse. Besides, neither of them was looking his way at the moment to discover whether he was awake.
"Just go slow, all right?" Oh, Snape loved the nervousness in Potter's voice! Maybe after Lupin got that big prick inside him, Snape would offer some distraction.
"No fear." Was that a chuckle? "You liked it so well when Severus rimmed you, I'm going to start there." As Lupin pushed the covers aside and crawled down the bed, Snape let himself roll over, cushioning his head on his arm so that he could watch more comfortably, keeping his eyes half-closed for now.
Potter's upended arse was pale in the wan moonlight that seeped through the curtains. Snape watched as Lupin rubbed his cheek against it, casting a cleansing charm and eliciting the mumbled reaction from Potter, "Tickles." So Potter was ticklish? Snape tucked that bit of information away for later use.
Lupin spread open Potter's legs and his head dipped down. From the wet lapping sounds, Snape deduced that he was licking Potter's balls first. His own tightened pleasurably at the thought, and he slipped his hand along his hip to finger his stiffening cock.
"Oh, fuck," Potter was moaning. Lupin had slurped his way up and was now rimming him in earnest, growling and humping against Potter's leg. Snape spread out a bit, bending one knee so that he could reach behind his balls to touch the same spot on himself that Lupin was licking so enthusiastically on Potter. He wriggled a fingertip into himself, wishing it were as wet and agile as Lupin's tongue.
Potter had reached beneath himself and was slowly fisting his cock, which Snape began to do as well. "Remus," the younger man groaned. "Fuck me, before I come just like this!"
It was a sentiment Snape could very well have shared. He watched as Lupin poured some of the experimental potion over his fingers, sliding two of them into Potter's arse up to the first knuckle, then withdrawing and frigging him with the fingers over and over.
Snape was moaning aloud as he stretched himself to do the same, no longer caring if the others noticed, but they were busy at the moment with their own activities. Quickly Lupin rubbed some of the salve on his cock, then knelt close to Harry and pushed the slick bulbous head against that nearly virgin hole.
Potter grunted and grabbed at the mattress. "Push against me," Lupin advised him. Potter's arms tensed, but must have followed the suggestion because his arsehole widened to accept the massive shaft.
"That's right," crooned Lupin, sliding home inch by slow inch, more talkative now than he had been earlier while he was still inebriated. "You're so tight, Harry, so hot, god, even Sirius was never like this. You want it, don't you?"
Remembering how Lupin's prick had felt in his own arse, Snape let go of his cock and reached over to seize the vial of salve that Lupin had allowed to roll away. Slopping the thick liquid in his haste, he shoved a third finger desperately inside himself, his other hand pulling at his cock in the same rhythm that Lupin had been using to frig Potter.
"Fuck, Remus, oh fuck me, fuck," babbled Potter as Lupin began to move, sliding nearly all the way out, then back in, teasingly not quite letting the head of his prick pop through the ring of muscle, just stretching it to its widest. Potter's cock was bouncing at every movement, looking neglected as Potter held onto the mattress, and Snape couldn't resist any longer.
Flopping onto his belly, he crawled beneath Potter's raised body, twisting and spreading his legs until his arse was positioned beneath Potter's bobbing prick. Potter and Lupin were both quick to take a hint, he noted, for the werewolf stopped thrusting and shifted his knees long enough for Snape to get situated, and Potter grabbed at Snape's arse, groaning happily when he discovered that Snape had already done the work of lubricating himself.
Potter shoved in rather roughly -- which might have been Lupin's fault, since the other man was impatiently nudging into Potter's arse, but it also might have been inexperience, which Snape found quite exciting. He'd assumed that Potter would have had his fair share of offers and, though Potter had been trying very hard to convince himself of his heterosexuality during their Occlumency lessons, Snape would have guessed that some man or other must have offered the Chosen One his arse in the past. If so, he wondered that Potter had declined; now, after tonight, Potter would instead always remember Severus Snape as his first time with a man.
"Oh fuck," the boy was still groaning, clutching at Snape's hip with one hand as Lupin shoved in and out of him. "Oh, that's -- you're so tight, and you're so big -- "
Snape had raised his hips to get his hand back on his own cock and was stroking himself as he pushed back onto Potter's stiff shaft. "That's it. That's it. Right there, Harry, push that beautiful prick into my arse." The salve, he noted vaguely, was working perfectly.
He hadn't been hard four times in one night since he was still a student... and he suspected that four would not be the limit. But right now he only cared about the feel of Potter's prick as it slid across his prostate, making his arms and legs tremble as his nerves overloaded with pleasure. Lupin was the one setting the pace, slow and tantalizing. Snape kept talking, urging the other two on.
"Fuck him hard, Remus, because every move you make he passes on to me, and the harder, the better. I almost wish the moon were full and you had the wolf's cock, rutting like an animal." Lupin growled at that, and rather to Snape's surprise, the idea seemed to excite Potter as well, because the boy groaned and his fingers dug even harder into Snape's hip. "That's right, Harry, don't hold back, I can take it, love the way you feel so hot up against me. The Boy Who Lived to Fuck, that's what you are tonight, aren't you?"
The one drawback to this position was that he couldn't see Potter's face as he spoke, couldn't see that delightful flush of embarrassed lust spread across Potter's skin as the boy gasped. Later, perhaps. Snape shifted his grip, squeezing the base of his cock to hold himself back from coming too quickly. He wanted to hear Potter say his name again, cry it out as he shuddered in orgasm.
Lupin, it seemed, was in no hurry, moving steadily in and out of Potter as if he planned to keep it up till morning. Given how tight Potter had felt to Snape, he could only imagine what that newly stretched arse felt like around Lupin's huge prick. "Enjoying fucking like a beast?" Snape asked him.
"I'd enjoy fucking Harry any way he wanted," Lupin panted, at which Potter groaned. "I'd let him muzzle me and fuck me at the full moon." This made both Potter and Snape cry out again, particularly as the comment was accompanied by a hard thrust.
"I would enjoy watching that. Would you let me restrain your prick as well as your mouth? Perhaps I could fuck you once he'd eased the way, and he could fill my arse..."
Apparently this was too much for Potter. "I'm going to come!" he gasped.
Snape felt a slight pang of regret at that -- there were both advantages and disadvantages to the hastiness of youth -- but consoled himself with the thought that Potter would doubtless be eager again in moments, hardly needing the aid of the salve.
"Come if you must then, Harry, don't stop," Snape demanded. He tightened the muscles of his arse, clenching around Potter's cock, and was rewarded with a wail in which his name and Lupin's featured prominently, if incoherently.
"OhfuckSeverusohRemusgodfuckSeverusohfuck!"
He had to admit it was flattering to have the Chosen One choose Severus Snape as the object of his lust. Or one of them, at any rate. There was no point in restraining his own orgasm, was there, with that kind of encouragement? Certainly not.
Snape gave a little twist at the end of his pull, pumping hot sticky runnels of spunk over his hand, surprised when Potter's fingers slipped over his own. "Oh, fuck, Severus," he groaned again, feeling Snape spurting over his hand.
"Give me some of that, Harry," Lupin grunted, still thrusting inside Potter. The boy reached his hand back over his shoulder and Snape heard the werewolf slurping greedily at the wet fingers.
"That feels really weird," Potter gasped, and Snape felt his softening erection twitch inside him.
Lupin gave a muffled bark of laughter. Snape chuckled too. Potter really was an innocent in so many ways; he was quite astonished that the boy -- all right, man, he conceded, Harry was well into his twenties and had been through more than most endured in a lifetime -- had been willing to come along with himself and Remus tonight. Though perhaps it should not be such a shock as all that, given some of the things he had glimpsed in Potter's mind years back.
He wriggled forward, letting Potter's cock slide out of him, and managed with some difficulty to roll over. Lupin's head was thrown back, his eyes closed and face blissful as he pounded away, but Potter was starting to look a bit distressed. Not surprising. Snape had far more experience but even he had become sore after being split by that huge cock.
"Don't overdo it, Remus," he advised in a dry voice, and levered himself up on his elbows to slide his tongue between Potter's lips, curling it around Potter's own and sucking.
He felt Potter's arms go around him and took his weight as Lupin thrust deep again. "Don't worry," Snape murmured between kisses. "I'll take care of your sweet arse when Remus is finished."
Potter gave a soft whimper, concentrating on recapturing his tongue, which Snape gave to him gladly. His former student might not have much experience with fucking men but he was a delightful kisser, eager and hungry. Had he always been so affectionate? It was hard to imagine that the boy who had sat sneering in Snape's classroom was this same young man trembling against his lips.
"Oh -- Harry -- oh," grunted Lupin, tossing his head again. Snape glanced up and watched his face contort as he came, shoving deep inside Potter. Potter's fingernails dug into Snape as he braced himself. Next time it was definitely Lupin's turn to bottom.
A moment of heavy, liquid breathing, then Lupin pulled out with a squelching sound and sighed, sliding to one side and reaching to stroke Potter's back. "All right?" Lupin sounded slightly abashed. "I'm afraid I wasn't thinking about anything except how good you felt."
"'m okay," Potter pulled off Snape's lips long enough to say, even managing a chuckle. "I liked having you in me. Although I don't think I'd be up for a long broomstick flight just now."
"Let me see," said Snape, rolling the two of them over to put himself between Lupin and Potter and uttering a quick, "Lumos." He hissed in a sharp breath as he bent over to look. "I know you're a bit of a beast, Remus, but you really should be more careful."
"Is he bleeding?" Lupin's voice was worried. "Oh, bugger it, Harry, I'm sorry."
"I don't think so." Snape touched the tender swollen flesh. "Just bruised. The salve helped."
He fumbled about until he came up with the discarded vial. This one was nearly empty; soon he would have to fetch another from the hidden pocket in his robes. "Hold still, Harry, while I take care of this."
Potter whimpered at first as Snape's fingers moved over his strained arsehole, but the sound changed slowly into a different kind of whine. "Severus --" he gasped. His hips lifted up toward Snape and his legs moved further apart. "Oh God, it still stings a little but it's making me, um..."
Unsurprised, Snape reached between Potter's legs and discovered that his cock was once again stiff and throbbing. "No more bottoming tonight for you, Potter," he said firmly. "Remus, would you like to help him take care of that?"
"How could I refuse?" Lupin crawled across Snape and knelt with his knees on either side of Potter's. "Harry, turn over." As soon as Potter had done so, Lupin murmured a cleansing charm and bent his head to take the quivering length of Potter's cock between his lips.
"Please..." Potter's whisper caused Snape to turn and look at him. Those green eyes were huge, the pupils dilated with longing, and Potter's tongue flickered across his lips. "Kiss me again, please?"
Snape very much liked that idea, and having Harry beg him for it made it even better. He glanced down at Lupin's bobbing head -- blinked in astonishment to see the werewolf's prick was hard again already -- then leaned over and met Potter's lips, stifling his moans. It had been years since Snape had kissed anyone who gave himself up to it so completely. With his other hand Snape reached for Lupin's erection. If Lupin was always like this before the full moon, thought Snape, what a waste that he had never stopped to explore the phenomenon while delivering the Wolfsbane potion.
"Severus," groaned Potter, putting his arms around Snape's shoulders to pull him closer. Snape liked the way his name sounded in that urgent voice, and that Harry was moaning for him even though it was Lupin sucking his cock. Snape moved his fingers steadily on Lupin's hard shaft as he bent his head to taste Potter's throat. Even with the potion, he doubted that he would be hard again before both the boy and Lupin finished. Then, perhaps, they would let him be in the middle...
Potter, who had apparently caught that thought as Snape glanced up at him, wailed and thrust jerkily into Lupin's mouth. "Ahh!" His hands, threaded through Snape's hair, pulled hard, tugging Snape's head backward as he arched in orgasm.
Enthusiastic slurping sounds indicated that Lupin was enjoying the fruits of his labor; his prick in Snape's hand throbbed, but he did not seem to be ready to come again quite yet, so Snape continued, swiping his thumb across the moist slit in the head as his fingers stroked along the length of the shaft. Lupin gave a final noisy lick to Potter's cock before moving closer to Snape.
"Harder, Severus," he rumbled, his tone somewhere between a command and a plea, and Snape obliged. After a moment Potter's hand joined his, reaching down to fondle Lupin's balls and brush over the sensitive spot behind them. Lupin grunted and started to thrust against Snape, bracing himself with his arms against the mattress to keep from lying too heavily on either of the other two men. "That's wonderful, make it rough, yes!"
"Fuck him with your fingers," Snape ordered Potter, shoving what was left of the potion at him with his foot. Harry reached out and took it, slicking his fingers and pushing one into Lupin, who cried out.
"More, oh fuck yes, more!" It took both his hands to surround the werewolf's big cock properly, and Snape muttered a cleansing charm before moving down to lick at it. This had been inside Potter not long before... the idea caused Snape's own prick to twitch again. He hoped he had brought sufficient aphrodisiac salve with him.
Potter let out a small breathless noise. "I'm not hurting you, am I, Remus?"
"Merlin, no! Harder -- another finger, please!"
If Lupin wanted so many, thought Snape as Potter worked his way up to four fingers while Lupin squirmed and shouted and asked for more, there were some intriguing possibilities for the future. It had been a very long time since he had fisted someone... and then there was the carefully chosen collection of toys he kept in a heavily-spelled chest. Heat pooled in his groin at the thought, and more when he considered that if Lupin were to be inclined to such pastimes, perhaps Potter might be willing to play as well.
Lupin had to be close to coming by now. Snape sealed his lips around the head of Lupin's cock and sucked hard, letting himself move as Potter's finger-fucking shoved Lupin back and forth across the sweaty sheets. He took one hand off the shaft and reached up to twist one of Lupin's nipples hard, pinching the silky flesh in its nest of greying curls.
"Oh, YES," bellowed Lupin, his prick convulsing and bitter semen flowing over Snape's tongue. There was not that much, not after the number of times the werewolf had already come tonight, and Snape had no difficulty in swallowing it while continuing to breathe.
Potter was staring at his fingers, still buried deep inside Lupin's arse, which had likely squeezed and clenched them when he came. Likely the boy had never done that to a man either, Snape thought smugly, withdrawing his mouth from Lupin's cock and sitting up to kiss Potter over his body.
The mouth that met his own was hesitant at first, as if Potter wasn't certain how he felt about licking another man's seed off Snape's tongue, but soon Potter was kissing him as enthusiastically as ever and moaning softly. Beneath them, Lupin squirmed around and put a hand on each of their backs, drawing them down. "We really ought to do this again, and often," he murmured and kissed first Potter, then Snape.
"All three of us?" Potter looked as if Lupin had just given him a birthday present.
"Yes, all three of us. Severus has the potion and that very wicked mouth." Lupin smiled warmly up at him.
Snape felt the force of the flattery, although he did wonder a little if the other two would be quite so enthusiastic without the benefit of the aphrodisiac salve. For that matter, he speculated, had he overdone it with the yerba mate? It was not an herb with which he was as familiar as others, and Potter seemed to have developed more of an interest in himself than Snape would have expected. The salve was supposed to stimulate and loosen inhibitions, but not provoke an obsession -- it was no love potion.
He cleared his throat. "If you wish."
"I do," Potter said immediately, then blushed. He looked very young in his embarrassment and Snape recalled some of the ideas he had seen in the younger Harry's mind during their Occlumency lessons. It seemed as if he would have a chance to find out if Potter still had such fantasies... and might want to enact them.
"Then it's settled," said Lupin. "Though perhaps we can find somewhere more comfortable than a room at the Leaky Cauldron. Not in any way to scorn your choice, Severus. It was certainly convenient tonight. Perhaps Harry wouldn't mind...?"
Discomfort still painted Potter's face. "Thought Snape didn't like visiting Grimmauld Place," he muttered.
Grimmauld Place had been particularly odious to Snape as the ancestral home of the Blacks, particularly the obnoxious Sirius and the pathetic Regulus, but now that it was Potter's property, he had no particular aversion to seeing what he had done with the house. On the other hand, the last time he had been inside, it has been the headquarters for the Order and still held many memories. "It is not as though I have been invited during the past several years," he said pointedly to Potter.
"Considering that Harry has just spent the past several hours shagging you..." began Lupin. Then he looked as if he realized he should have asked Harry more discreetly -- he was not yet completely sober. "That is, of course, it is your home, and you should..."
"Sure, you can visit." Harry squirmed, still blushing. "It will look less odd than all of us leaving here in the morning, anyway -- I just hope the Daily Prophet has stopped following me for the moment. I might get away with it tomorrow, but if I make a habit of spending nights at the Leaky, word will get out."
If Potter hadn't learned by now how to evade the wizarding press, he never would. Snape had equally little interest in being a line in the gossip column. After he had received the Order of Merlin he had been sought out by a number of star-struck young witches, some not so young, and a few wizards too. His very understandable rejection of them all had earned him a good deal of spiteful commentary from Rita Skeeter.
"I presume that you're connected to the Floo network? In which case I can quite easily, and discreetly, reach Grimmauld Place from Hogwarts, now that it is no longer under a Fidelius Charm. I shall await an invitation so that I know when I might be wanted."
"There's only one more night before the full moon, this month." Lupin seemed to be thinking aloud.
"Come tomorrow evening then," said Potter. "Please. Both of you. If that's all right?"
"As always, I have a number of potions in progress," Snape said. "I cannot simply waltz off whenever I wish; today's Ministry visit was carefully timed to allow for my absence."
"Oh." Potter sounded crestfallen. "I... I'm sorry. I didn't realize how busy you must be."
"However. I do also have some reliable N.E.W.T. students this year, to whom I might entrust what needs doing. The extra practice wouldn't hurt them." There had been no chance that Snape would decline Potter's invitation, but he was determined not to have his acceptance taken for granted, either.
"Well, then!" Lupin clapped his hands together. "Severus can bring the salve, and I'll bring the Ogden's. What time would you like us, Harry?"
"You might as well come for dinner. Six o'clock." Now Potter looked considerably more cheerful. "Anything in particular you'd prefer to eat?"
"You know I always crave red meat before the full moon." Remus gave Potter a wolfish grin, then turned. "Severus?"
Potter was looking anxiously at him as well. Snape had, after all, refused to take meals at Grimmauld Place when the Order met there.
"Surprise me," he said in a soft, dangerous voice, and was gratified to see Potter shiver.