HP fic: Three Men, ch. 3: Three Men and a Vial [Harry/Remus/Severus, adult]
Title: Three Men chapter 3, "Three Men and a Vial" Authors: celandineb and cruisedirector Fandom: HP Pairing: Harry/Remus/Severus Rating: adult Warning: Wanking, rimming, double penetration, talk of fisting, misuse of Legilimency. Not necessarily in that order. Summary: As planned, Remus and Severus come to visit Harry. And come. And come. Also here. Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns Harry, Remus, Severus and their magic potions.
It was fortunate that today was a Saturday, Remus thought as he waited to purchase a half-dozen bottles at Summerbee's Strong Spirits. After last night, he had found it necessary to sleep for several hours this afternoon -- a werewolf's stamina only took him so far, and he had made less liberal use of Severus' incredible salve than his two partners. He had been delighted when Severus had appeared at his and Harry's table; he had guessed for a long time that his old schoolmate was attracted to other men, but had not expected to have the chance to find the fact so thoroughly demonstrated on himself.
And on Harry. Now that had been a lovely surprise. Grinning to himself, Remus took his clinking parcel and hurried to the public Floo. "Grimmauld Place!" he commanded as he stepped into the green flames. It was only half-past five, but he was sure that Harry wouldn't mind if he arrived early... it might keep him from getting too nervous about the fact that Severus was coming as well.
With a thump and a shower of soot he landed in the huge old stone fireplace. "Harry?" he called out.
"In the kitchen."
Remus checked to make sure none of the bottles of Ogden's had broken and loped down the hallway. Delicious aromas were emanating from the kitchen, a nicely-underdone beef roast from the smell of it. Perfect. At another time of the month he would be equally as keen on the potatoes and veg, but only a day before the full moon, the wolf was close to the surface, and the wolf wanted meat.
"Smells wonderful. Did you do all this yourself?" he asked Harry, who was bent over the opened oven door poking at something inside -- a pie, by appearances. Harry stood up, wiped his hands on a towel and stepped forward with a nervous smile to take the bottles from Remus.
"I didn't do any of it. It's all from a restaurant, and they gave me a spell to finish cooking everything." Harry looked a bit embarrassed. "I didn't want Snape to laugh at me, and I also thought he might leave if I messed up dinner..."
"Harry. Didn't you hear the things he said to you in bed? He won't be going anywhere." Though his cheeks were already flushed from the heat of the oven, Harry turned an even lovelier shade of pink. "I felt certain that he would agree to come here because it's your house now. I should have asked you before suggesting it, but since you both seemed so enthusiastic..."
"But this is all daft!" Harry was still crimson, and Remus led him to the table to pour him a drink. "I thought I didn't like Snape. Certainly not to have sex with. I thought you didn't like Snape. And, really, I never thought about whether you liked me that way..."
Remus shut him up with a firm kiss. "It must be obvious by now that I've thought about both you and Severus for a long time. And that Severus has thought about us... you in particular, I should think. So since everybody's happy, I think you should relax and enjoy this wonderful dinner you've provided for us, once he arrives."
"Yeah." Harry let out a gusty sigh and lifted the tumbler of whisky to his lips. "It's not been... Ginny was here earlier, collecting some of her things."
"Was she alone?" It felt awkward to ask, but he had to know.
Shaking his head, Harry answered, "Tonks was with her. And the funny thing was that it felt as if she had left me months ago, not just yesterday. But they were both so... I don't know. It was just difficult to have them here and have to talk about what Ginny was going to take and what was mine, especially when I kept thinking about last night." He blushed again.
Remus found himself much less upset about Tonks than he had expected. He had made a very brief stop in the flat they had shared, knowing that she was unlikely to be there of a Saturday afternoon, to change his clothes and pick up a few essentials. He smiled at Harry and took a swallow of his own drink. "I thought about last night quite a bit too." In fact it had been difficult, trying to keep his arousal under control each time he did remember. Now, though...
Leaning forward over the corner of the table, he kissed Harry again, less aggressively but with just as much determination. Harry's mouth was tart from the whisky but sweet with its enthusiasm in returning the kiss, and Remus found himself breathless when they broke apart. "I hope Severus isn't very hungry," he said with a smile. "I'm feeling... impatient."
"I'm sure Snape wouldn't mind if we started without him," replied Harry equally breathlessly, reaching into a pocket and pulling out a small container. It was a full vial of Severus' potion. "You're not the only one who can pinch things," he grinned.
"I'm certainly not," Remus agreed, pinching Harry's thigh conspiratorially under the table. "Though he may scold you when he arrives. He may even punish us both." Not that that was stopping Remus from removing his jumper and unfastening his trousers. Harry hadn't yet set the table, which meant that they had plenty of room right there in the kitchen.
"You know, Harry, you never fucked me last night." Harry had stripped almost as rapidly, and his prick rose, nicely plump, out of dark curls, pointing towards Remus.
"I didn't?" Harry seemed surprised. "We should do something about that. I'm not sure I could handle you again right now, anyway... not as big as you are." He knelt down and put his arms around Remus' hips, dragging his tongue along the length of Remus' cock, then looked up and smiled. Merlin, but he looked good like that, fresh and eager. "Want me to suck you off first, or later?"
"Later," Remus growled. "If I'm too late to be your very first, I still don't want Severus to get too far ahead of me." Besides, if Harry stayed on the stone floor like that his knees were going to give out. Or maybe not, at his age. Remus put his hands down to urge Harry to stand up. "Give me that potion."
He spread it over Harry's prick first, then turned around, leaning over the table and bracing his hands on it, his feet planted apart. Harry was tentative at first, sliding only a single lubed finger in until Remus urged him, "More, fill me, I want that lovely prick of yours inside me... yes, that's right, come on!" The fingers slipped from his arse and Remus could feel Harry's cock nudging at his hole. He adjusted his stance a little, helping Harry to find the best angle, and groaned when he pushed in.
"Too fast?" asked Harry anxiously, and held still.
"No!" Thrusting his hips back, Remus bent lower over the table, sliding his hands forward. "I like it rough -- you saw, last night -- do it!"
He felt the groan that vibrated through Harry as he began to thrust, settling his hands on Remus' hips to keep from slamming him forward into the table. Harry was about the same size as Severus but his movements were less precise and less assured, which was exciting in its own way. He felt Harry unclench one hand and grope beneath him, trying to find his cock, fumbling until Remus took one of the hands bracing him on the table and put it over the one seeking between his legs.
"Sorry," gasped Harry, straightening, which changed the angle just enough to send his cock brushing past Remus' prostate. He growled and Harry bucked at the sound. "Oh fuck! That's a good noise, right?"
"Yes." Remus growled again. "Harder!" His hand was still over Harry's, stroking himself above the table as he pressed back into the thrusts.
Harry was making incoherent noises behind him as they moved together, and when Remus tightened the muscles of his arse, Harry wailed his name and shoved in even harder. His breath was hot on Remus' back. "Fuck, Remus, I'll come!" Harry's hips snapped against Remus' flesh.
Though Remus would have liked it to last longer, at least he knew that with Severus' potion there would be more chances tonight, so he made no effort to slow Harry down. Instead he guided Harry's hand on his prick, urging him to a more rapid stroke, even as Harry trembled in orgasm.
If not the most intense pleasure Remus had ever felt, it still felt good to have Harry's cock resting inside him, the sense of moistness as Harry's semen began to ooze down -- and Harry showed quite a talent with his hand, more confident at that than at fucking. Now that he realized how rough Remus wanted him to be, he went about it enthusiastically, and Remus let his own hand drop away, digging his fingernails into the wood of the table. Harry's other hand came around, finding and tugging on his balls, and Remus growled.
"I like it when you make noises. And the way Snape talks, too. I didn't even realize I liked it loud till last night." Even though Harry sounded embarrassed, Remus discovered that hearing him admit things like that only heightened his arousal. He bucked into Harry's hand, feeling the fingers come around his sac and brush the spot where Harry's cock was pressed inside him. "And I like fucking you..."
With a harsh groan, Remus came, spattering the table and the floor. Harry's fingers kept moving on his cock, growing wet with semen. "...and I like that I can make you come," Harry muttered, making Remus moan softly again and turn his head to try to kiss him.
"To think I thought I was early." The voice from the entrance to the kitchen made both Remus and Harry jump, causing Harry's cock to slide from Remus' arse and leave a moist streak down his thigh. Severus moved slowly around the table, never taking his eyes from them. "I might have known that Lupin couldn't wait. At least I did not miss the show."
"S- Severus." Harry's voice was nervous.
"Have a drink, Severus," said Remus smoothly, and reached for his own glass to take a swallow; his throat was dry from the cries he had been making. Turning slightly, he put his arm around Harry and guided him over to a chair. "Harry, do you need me turn off the oven? I believe your pie must be done. Or will the cooking spell take care of that?"
Harry nodded, seemingly unable to speak further, and sat.
"Did you enjoy that?" Severus asked Harry, pouring himself a generous glass of firewhisky. His eyes flickered over the vial of potion that had rolled across the table. "I note that you, like Remus, still have failed to grasp the finer points of property ownership."
To Harry it must have sounded menacing, rather than jocular, because he emitted a sound that Remus could only describe as a squeak and began to apologize.
"No, no." Severus waved a hand, still looking intently at Harry. "I want you to tell me what it felt like to fuck Remus... to make up for having used the potion without me."
Harry turned scarlet again, glancing at Remus, who squeezed his shoulder. "I'll get the food," he said. Rising, he crossed to the cupboard and found a large platter for the roast beef and potatoes as behind him he heard Harry begin to stammer.
"It, ah, it felt good. Remus doesn't talk as much as you do, but he makes those growly noises and I like that. I mean, I like it when you say dirty things to me too. He felt, not as tight as you, maybe, but hotter. Like he had a fever..." Harry turned, a worried expression on his face. "You're all right, aren't you? Not ill?"
Waving a hand, Remus sent a bowl of steaming vegetables over to the table. "Yes, of course, I'm fine. My body temperature rises before the full moon. And if I didn't feel as tight as Severus, well, we can't all have the same natural attributes."
Harry smiled hesitantly while Severus smirked, taking another drink of whisky. "And what would you like after dinner?"
"Oh." Again Harry blushed. "I'm not sure I'm ready for Remus to fuck me again... he's huge." Harry cast an apologetic look in Remus' direction, then looked back at Snape. "I'd like you to fuck me while Remus, um, wanks on me."
Remus thought that sounded like a fine idea; perhaps Severus would be willing to offer up his arse later on, if Harry didn't wish to. Which Remus could understand. Tonks had told him once that when they first started sleeping together, she used her ability as a Metamorphmagus in order to accommodate him.
"I believe that can be arranged." Severus lifted a dark eyebrow.
"If that's what Harry wants," Remus agreed. He fetched the plates and cutlery and laid them out, pushing the platter with the roast towards Severus and handing him the carving knife. "He is our generous host this evening, after all."
Harry shoved his glasses up his nose and said, "You don't mind, Remus?"
"Why would I?" Remus found a tea towel and laid it on the seat of his chair. To dress again would not be worthwhile, but he had streaks of Harry's semen drying on the backs of his legs, not to mention that the wood was cold and hard; he didn't want to sit bare. But he was ravenous, and when Severus passed him a filled plate, he began to devour his food before he realized that the other two were watching him -- Harry with embarrassed pleasure, Severus with smug satisfaction. "It will be entertaining to watch you indulge all your cravings with the same wantonness this evening," he said.
"I hope you don't intend just to watch." That had come from Harry, who was pouring Severus a second glass of whisky... perhaps not the most appropriate of drinks with such a meal, as it was somewhat deadening to the taste buds, but at least it served to loosen everyone's tongue. Remus knew that he had to be careful: he became lightheaded easily so close to the full moon, and had overindulged the evening before. He wondered whether Severus had taken a potion against the effects of alcohol.
"Later on this evening, Remus, if you are amenable, I would like to test the potion to see whether it enables you to stretch sufficiently to accommodate us both at the same time," Severus said, and Remus nearly choked on his potatoes.
If he found Severus' candor disconcerting, it was nothing to Harry's reaction. He froze, still pouring, and the whisky flowed across the tabletop and was dripping onto Severus' robes before he realized and began to stammer an apology, grabbing for his wand and casting a cleaning spell that nearly took the finish off the wood.
"Well?" Severus arched an eyebrow, waiting for Remus to reply.
The thought of having both Harry and Severus inside him at once was more than a mild temptation. If Severus thought that the potion would make it feasible... well, Remus had had a man's fist inside him, though not in years, so surely it must be. "I would be amenable, yes."
Harry gaped at them both. "I didn't... is that even possible?"
Finishing a bite of roast beef -- Harry had done quite well with that, it was as tender and pink as his cheeks were at the moment -- Remus assured him, "Entirely so."
In spite of Harry's hard work, dinner was a rushed affair from that point on, and Remus was the only one of the three to have a slice of pie before they spelled it for freshness, put the other leftovers under a cooling charm, and set the sink to scrubbing their plates.
Remus had been hard under the table since Snape's request, and was somewhat embarrassed getting to his feet until he saw that Harry was in the same condition, while Severus' robes tented suspiciously. "Perhaps we had better retire upstairs," he suggested with a smile.
"Yes, let's." Harry practically bounded out of the room in his enthusiasm. Grimmauld Place had been far more pleasant since Hermione had discovered a spell that allowed them to move Mrs. Black's portrait into the cellar; it was now possible to make noise on the stairs, even to stop and kiss Severus and tug at his buttons.
"Come on, you two," Harry called down impatiently from the doorway of his bedroom. He had not moved into Sirius's room, for which Remus was grateful; it would have been very strange to fuck Sirius's godson and his least-favorite person on a bed where he had formerly slept with Sirius. Pulling on Snape's half-open robes, he continued up the stairs.
"What made you think of that, anyhow?" Remus murmured to Severus as he rapidly unbuttoned buttons, trusting Severus to guide him as he climbed backwards.
Severus' lips twitched. "Have you never tried it?"
He had, actually. One night when James had been off somewhere with Lily and he, Peter, and Sirius were exceptionally pissed, they had gone rather beyond any of their usual activities. The level of drunkenness had been such, though, that the attempt was unsuccessful... or perhaps it was more that it had been Peter who was the bottom, and Remus' size had been prohibitive. Remus gave a grunt that could have been assent or demurral, and said, "I think Harry's request takes precedence, in any case. You did bring sufficient potion, didn't you?"
"What do you think?" Severus indicated the pocket of his robes, and Remus drew out several large vials, letting his fingers brush over Severus' stiff prick through the fabric as he did so. Merlin. He would have envied Harry except that he had even more to look forward to... and the idea that Harry would be watching as he wanked, wanted to watch, was nearly as exciting as thinking of two cocks in his arse at once.
"Whenever?" Harry had already stretched out on the bed.
"We're coming -- soon." Remus laughed as he finished undressing Severus, sending the potion ahead of him to land on the table beside the bed. Severus kept himself occupied by sliding a hand up and down Remus' cock while he worked, which was an irresistible distraction, as was the intent way Severus watched his face while he pleasured him.
"Don't come yet, or I'll have to spank you or something," complained Harry. Immediately Severus turned his head to look at him and Remus did as well, feeling his cock twitching in Severus' hand. Turning red again, Harry stammered, "I was kidding! I've never done that and I'm not starting tonight. Just get over here and fuck me already!"
"I can't prepare you in that position," Severus pointed out in a stern voice, and Harry scrambled around to lift his knees and present his arse. It amused Remus to see how willingly Harry took orders from his former professor now after resenting them for so long. Severus covered his fingers with potion and began to tease Harry open, sliding one finger back and forth across the entrance and then slipping it inside. "You're still so tight. I'm going to enjoy having you squeezing my cock."
Remus took up a spot where Harry could watch him, as requested -- and where he could see both Harry's and Severus' faces. Harry's mouth formed into an O as Severus began to frig him; those lips were too tempting to ignore, so Remus leaned forward and kissed him, enjoying the enthusiasm with which Harry kissed back. He had a delightful naïveté that Remus hoped very much he would not lose any time soon.
He could hear Severus still talking. "Your arse is delicious, do you know that? If you hadn't asked me to fuck you, I'd have my tongue up there and bring you off just like that, not even touching your prick. You'd be so charming, begging for it."
With a groan, Harry pulled his mouth away from Remus and did indeed beg. "Please, Severus!"
"Please fuck you? Or please eat you? You need to be precise in these requests." Remus saw Severus' eyes glinting as he twisted his fingers inside Harry's arse, and imagined those fingers on himself when he began to stroke his own prick, nudging the head against Harry's arm.
"I don't know! Both!" Harry looked at Remus, but then his eyes went wide and unfocused as Severus lowered his head and slid his tongue where his fingers had been. He did indeed look delightful that way, and Remus stroked himself slowly, not wanting to come too soon.
Severus had his hand on himself, but whether he was wanking himself to full hardness or trying to keep his arousal under control, Remus couldn't tell from his position. Shifting, he planted his knees on either side of Harry's head so that his cock was directly over his face. Harry watched Remus as he began to stroke himself again, and moaned with every stroke of Severus' tongue.
"Fuck..." whispered Harry. "Fuck me, Severus." He was still looking at Remus, and did not move his eyes away when Snape crawled up between his legs and slicked his own cock with the salve. Severus, too, watched Remus moving his hands on himself, one now cupping his balls and rolling them back and forth beneath him as he squeezed the shaft beneath the leaking head.
"Want a taste?"
Diving forward, Severus brushed his tongue over the tip of Remus' cock as Harry moaned, watching from below. "Fuck me, please!"
"You must learn not to be so impatient, Mister Potter," admonished Severus, his lips still hovering over Remus' prick, the warmth of his breath making Remus quiver. He drooped one eyelid in the barest wink, and deliberately licked again as Harry watched. Remus growled softly and Severus continued to tongue him for several moments, despite Harry's pleas and whimpers.
"He mentioned spanking; perhaps we should discuss that?" said Remus. He pinched at the base of his prick, restraining himself from a too-hasty climax.
"It does seem that he might benefit from some suitable correction," Severus agreed, drawing back a little. "You are beautifully responsive, Harry." The comment was emphasized by the sounds Harry made now that Severus was at last penetrating his arse. "I suspect that you might find you enjoy it more than you think."
"Oh, fuck... anything, whatever, just don't stop!" Harry's hands clenched as Severus began to thrust. He was still watching Remus, licking his lips as if he wished he could wrap them around Remus' prick.
"Want something?" Remus asked innocently, stroking flamboyantly yet not quickly enough to bring himself to climax over Harry's face. "Severus, angle him this way." He tugged at Harry's shoulders until they were lying at a slant across the bed and Remus stepped to the floor, bending his knees slightly when he stood.
Harry's face tilted backward at the edge of the mattress and his eager tongue came out to find Remus's cock. He could reach only the underside, but his breathy moans enhanced the licks while Severus wrapped his hand around Harry's cock and stroked in time with his thrusts.
"Wanton," grunted Severus. "You'd let Remus come down your throat while I'm fucking you, wouldn't you." Harry let out a choked moan and bent his head further back, off the edge of the bed, so that Remus could actually slide the head of his cock into Harry's mouth. "Or would you like him to make a mess all over your face while I am doing the same in your arse?"
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm going to come!" Harry cried.
Severus stopped moving, grasping Harry's prick firmly. "I don't think that can be permitted quite yet, do you, Remus?"
"Your choice, Severus," Remus panted, close to orgasm himself and pushing his cock back into Harry's mouth. The angle of his head prevented Harry from much movement, but his tongue lapping at the tender flesh of Remus' cockhead was extraordinarily arousing, in large part because of the avidity with which Harry was doing it. Remus stroked his shaft harder as Harry gave yet another moan, no doubt of protest that Severus was going to make him wait.
"The longer you hold back, the better it will be. So you will wait until both Remus and I have come, Harry, and then I am going to take that lovely prick of yours and pump you dry," promised Severus, resuming his thrusts but still gripping Harry's cock, restraining him.
Harry moaned again, the vibrations sending delicious thrills all through Remus. He brought a finger to his mouth, wetting it, then thrust it into his own arsehole, seeing Harry's eyes widen at the sight of Remus finger-fucking himself. Merlin, he was almost... Remus came, a howl on his lips, pulling back from Harry lest he choke him and spattering semen over Harry's neck and chest instead.
Harry shut his eyes and arched upward, groaning, but as Remus' eyes refocused while the pleasure slowly faded, it was Severus' face that made him catch his breath. He was watching Remus with the same intensity that Remus had seen him turn on Harry, an expression both feral and possessive.
"Now you are as dirty as you deserve," Severus grunted to Harry while he thrust, though his gaze had not moved from Remus. "Once we've finished you off, I think you should prepare Remus for..." His voice caught, perhaps because Remus had given him a lewd grin and licked one of his fingers clean. Still watching with that burning intensity, Severus slammed deep into Harry, opened his mouth in a silent shout and shook with release.
Harry was simply moaning, trying to thrust his cock between Severus' unrelenting fingers. "Please, please," he begged. "Let me come now!"
"You did promise him," Remus said with a smile as Severus closed his mouth, swallowed and let out a soft hum of satisfaction. "I'd be happy to help you, if you'd like."
"I appreciate the offer, Remus, but I require no help. This time." Still buried in Harry's arse, Severus released his tight grasp and moved over Harry's cock with a rapid stroke. Within seconds Harry was coming, white spurts mixing with Remus' own on Harry's chest.
Remus braced his arms on the edge of the bed and leaned over, licking at the sweaty mess, hearing Harry's heart beating madly. Severus joined him, and rather soon they had turned from cleaning up Harry to tasting each other, while Harry's hands drifted along both of their bodies. Harry was the only one for whom it was not an awkward angle, however. Reluctantly Remus pulled away to sprawl out on the bed next to Harry, and Severus withdrew and sat up, helping Harry to sit as well. Harry blinked sleepy green eyes and ran a hand through his unruly hair.
"Good thing you're not out in public; you have that just-fucked look that the younger witches apparently all fall over for," Remus told him, and Harry grinned.
"I earned that look, I think. The question now is whether Severus and I can make you look the same."
Remus felt his face grow warm with pleasure as Harry and Severus both smirked at him. With the moon pulling on him so strongly, he was growing aroused again even though the only touch of Severus' potion he had had was when Harry had fucked him before dinner, but he was also in no hurry. "I'm all yours," he said, looking from Harry to Severus and back. "Do your worst."
"My worst?" Snape had a very dangerous look on his face -- a heated, hungry look. "I've waited a long time to find you so willing."
"Then maybe you should do your best." That was from Harry, who was still glowing with satisfaction. "Since you want us both to fuck him at the same time, you'd better show me how you prepare someone for that, because it sounds to me like it hurts."
"We shall prepare him together." Severus handed Harry a vial of his salve. "By the time we have finished, I daresay it will be apparent to you that he finds any lingering discomfort to be worthwhile."
Nodding enthusiastic agreement, Remus settled more comfortably on the bed, enjoying the way the other two looked him over appreciatively. He was well aware that his scars and the graying hair on his chest and belly made him appear rather older than Severus, but he also knew that his big cock held a certain fascination -- for men more than women, it had always seemed to him. "You never told me what gave you the idea in the first place," he reminded Severus.
"It was apparent to me last night that you enjoy... significant penetration." Remus blushed; he had imagined having Harry's entire hand inside, though he had known better than to ask for it their very first time together. Severus' eyes lifted to the younger man. "And I will enjoy having Harry's prick alongside mine." Harry moaned softly.
Remus thought that he would rather enjoy that himself, but he was more than happy to bottom for the two of them together, too. "Do you want me in any special way, Severus?" That brought a smile to Severus' lips, and Harry snickered. "I mean, how would you prefer me to position myself," said Remus with just a touch of exasperation. "Don't be ridiculous."
"On your side, I think, for now," Severus said. The way he was looking consideringly at Remus was almost like being touched. He turned to Harry. "Would I be correct in assuming that you have never rimmed someone?"
"Uh... no," Harry stammered, his face bright red. "I've done it, but with a woman." With Ginny, Remus supposed. "I... I don't know if I'm any good, really, because she didn't want it very often, but I'd like to try it. Remus, if I'm shite, you can tell me?"
Hearing that offer in such an uncertain voice sent the blood rushing to Remus' prick. "Oh yes," he growled, rolling to his side and raising his upper knee, even as Harry crawled around behind him. Severus' expression was amused.
"Use some of the potion on him first; as he deduced last night, it has antiseptic qualities. The taste is quite acceptable, I assure you. Then pass me the vial."
Hearing Severus give Harry instructions in this situation was almost as arousing as feeling Harry's fingers stroking the salve around his arsehole -- delicately at first, as if afraid of hurting it after fucking it earlier, then with growing firmness as Remus growled and moaned his encouragement. "Here," he heard Harry say, handing the vial to Severus before bending his head, licking a trail down the cleft and touching his tongue where his fingers had just been -- again, cautiously at first, then with increasing confidence.
Remus could hear himself panting and pleading, moving back against Harry's lips and tongue, while Snape watched him with a kind of arrogant satisfaction that made Remus hot with embarrassment and desire all at once. "More, Harry," he groaned, and Snape smirked.
"Use your fingers and your tongue. We want Remus as well-stretched as possible." Again Remus moaned, and again Severus raised an amused eyebrow. "You can hear how much the werewolf is enjoying it, can't you? He's practically howling."
Harry had at least two fingers inside Remus now, stretching him open so he could slide his tongue in deeper. "Mmhmm," Harry said to Severus, a sound that vibrated through Remus. He watched Snape's smirk widen as he shuddered and grasped his own cock.
"Better you should go slowly, Remus," Severus advised. "If you need something more than Harry's tongue to distract you..." He turned his palm upward and poured a dollop of the thick potion on it, holding it out for Remus to dip his fingers in too, then wrapped it around his own half-hard prick, slicking the length of it. "You can watch me. I have been anticipating this since last night, hoping that you would not reject my suggestion." He spoke conversationally as he stroked himself, his prick stiffening under Remus' gaze. "Although I had some... alternative plans. Another time, perhaps." Snape's voice was dark and rich, the embodiment of passion held in check, and Remus wondered just what those alternatives might have been.
He was about to ask when Harry pressed Remus' thigh higher; Remus thought he might have three fingers going now, as well as that flickering, teasing tongue. "Fuck, that's good... please? More?" He knew he was almost whining, begging for it, and he didn't care. He pushed his arse against Harry's face, needing.
"Go ahead," Severus urged Harry. He reached out and tugged Remus' hand, drawing it toward his now fully hard prick. "Harry's doing an excellent job, it appears. How does it feel to have him tongue-fucking you, Remus? Did you ever imagine that, lying awake at night?" Snape was murmuring now, for Remus' ears alone. "How long have you wanted to have him in your bed?"
"Long enough," Remus confessed in a muffled voice, not wanting Harry to hear, although Harry seemed quite thoroughly distracted at the moment. Longer than he was prepared to admit to Severus Snape, that was certain; longer than he was even prepared to admit to himself. He let himself move forward and press his face against Severus' chest, one hand working below to tease the skin below his balls.
"Harry. I think Remus is ready."
With a last, noisy slurp Harry pulled away from Remus' arse, leaving Remus feeling empty. "What should I do now?"
"Here." Severus handed Harry the vial of potion. "Coat yourself thoroughly." He rolled onto his back, his prick scarlet against the dark hair and pale skin of his belly. Remus could smell the pungent herbal aroma as Harry opened the vial again, cutting through the slightly bitter scent of Severus' skin. Moving to kneel above Severus, he looked down and found himself caught in the gaze of those dark eyes.
"You want this, Remus, I can see it. You're like the dog in the old fable, wanting two bones, but unlike him, you will get both of them, won't you?" Severus' voice curled into Remus' ears, guiding him as he sank slowly down onto Severus' prick, letting his own weight open him to the penetration. "Oh, yes. So hot. And it will be hotter yet when Harry joins us, won't it?"
"Yesss..." Remus hissed his agreement, rocking up and down, enjoying the way that Severus twisted his hips to let Remus seat himself fully.
A hand slipped down his back and along his arse. Harry had moved over to settle between Severus' legs. "I don't want to hurt you -- tell me if I do," he said anxiously.
"You'll do fine, Harry." Remus leaned forward, pulling himself up several inches. "Just... there, oh fuck, yes," he blurted as he felt the head of Harry's cock nudging at him. The stretch was painful, but the salve soothed the sting. With an effort he made himself push against Harry, forcing the ring of muscle to widen.
"Oh... my... god..." Harry's voice was incredulous.
Remus bit his lip, panting, and pushed harder. A drop of sweat rolled down his forehead and into his eye. He blinked hard to clear it, and Severus raised a hand to wipe the moisture away, looking nearly as blissful as Harry sounded. They were both inside Remus now; not quite as deep as either alone could be, but Remus didn't care about that at all. Every movement triggered pressure on his prostate, and Severus had his hand wrapped around Remus' prick again, yet it was the sheer knowledge that he had both Severus and Harry fucking him at once that tore a howl from Remus' throat.
He rocked forward and back again several times, the burning sensation receding as he became accustomed to the fullness, and he began to move a little faster. Harry was holding him, not restraining but supporting, a steady litany of "oh fuck oh yeah" rolling from his lips. Severus was still watching Remus' face.
"Let me in," Severus whispered, so softly that Remus almost didn't understand. Let him in? Then he realized what the other man must mean.
It was surprisingly easy to drop his mental barriers, to let Severus feel what he was feeling, the rising spiral of sensation as the three of them moved together. Behind him Harry whimpered, and Remus knew that he must be close. He let his awareness of what Severus felt enhance his own reaction and within moments he was growling, gasping, shuddering as his semen spilled through Severus' fingers, his arse clenching around the two cocks that filled it.
"Oh FUCK!" Harry cried out a last time and jolted against his back, writhing through his own orgasm before Remus had caught his breath. Severus radiated satisfaction, watching them, yet he did not come; his eyes remained locked on Remus, sweeping through the erotic thoughts that continued to drift through his mind.
There was Harry, far too young for Remus to have had any business noticing him in such a way -- he'd blamed himself for Sirius' death, he'd been distraught and lonely, and Harry was all he had left of James and Sirius both, but the guilt had been enough to keep him away from Harry, not visiting him alone or even writing to him much, using the war as an excuse.
Fuck. He hadn't meant to let Severus see that... but then he was inside Severus' memories, seeing Harry flushed and furious, kneeling on the floor of his office, trying to push Snape out of his mind, and Snape had released him from Legilimency not because Harry had succeeded in his Occlumency but because Severus was afraid his own barriers would slip and reveal to Potter his arousal.
Just then Harry let out a loud shudder of satisfaction, sliding carefully out of Remus and asking in a somewhat anxious voice, "Did we hurt you?"
"No, I'm fine," replied Remus automatically. He knew that he would be quite sore later -- if Severus' potion did not take care of even that -- but he would not have missed this, being so close to both of them that Severus was sharing his closely guarded secrets. "Harry, I need your help. Professor Snape has been quite wicked, and we should punish him."
Remus watched Severus widen his eyes at the same moment he grasped his buttocks and rolled carefully to the side, keeping Severus inside him, wrapping his legs around Severus' back as he switched their positions. He felt Harry shift over to make room for them to roll and looked up at him, grinning.
"Professor Snape needs to be spanked." Severus groaned as Remus said the words. "For a man who suggested that you need correction, he's shown me several extremely naughty fantasies. Twisting in the cradle of Remus' legs, Severus tried to thrust, but Remus held him still. "If you would, Harry?"
Harry looked nervous, but he landed a loud smack on Severus' backside that Remus could feel reverberating through him. "POTTER!" Snape roared. Apparently Harry took this as encouragement, because he brought his hand down again, and Severus groaned, jerking inside Remus.
Ah... he had believed that Severus would enjoy being on the receiving end of this, from certain hints, but one never knew until the time came. "Keep going, Harry -- I think fifteen ought to be a good number. Severus, don't you want to keep count?"
Severus glared, but it was too clear that he did not in fact object to make his expression convincing. "Three," he said through gritted teeth when Harry smacked him once more.
As it went on, Severus tried again to thrust into Remus, the flush of arousal on his face spreading down to his chest, but not until Harry had finished the full number did Remus relax his grip enough to permit it. Then Severus did move, convulsively, making only a few thrusts before he clutched at Remus' arms and came, his head flung back and mouth working.
"Um... Remus?" Harry's face was puzzled. "Just what fantasies did Severus have, that he needed... that?"
Remus smirked. "Perhaps he should be the one to tell you."
Scowling, Severus pulled out of Remus, leaving him with a rather sore and very wet arse. "I believe Remus can assure you that my fantasies were no worse than his own."
Remus felt himself flushing -- it was true, he had been thinking not long before that it was a good thing Harry didn't know just how long he had imagined doing this with him. "Fair enough," he said, and Severus, who was now the one smirking, reached for his wand.
"I expect you need a healing spell." Whatever Severus used was nonverbal, but Remus felt the effects immediately; the pain was gone, and his muscles felt pleasantly languid and relaxed. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable," suggested Severus, still smirking, as he shifted to make room for Harry. "Come here."
Remus could hear the catch in Harry's breath as he obeyed. No matter how attached Sirius' godson might have been to Remus, Snape clearly had an effect on him like no one else, after so many years of believing he despised him. "Kiss him," Remus suggested to Harry, wanting to watch, and after a moment of charming, blushing embarrassment, Harry did so. He looked younger with his eyes closed, dark lashes making crescents on his cheek, and he wriggled close to Severus, seemingly unconsciously.
What made Remus catch his breath, however, was the way that Severus kissed Harry back. All of the sarcasm and mordancy and, yes, mastery, that were so much a part of Snape seemed to drop away for that little time. Severus kissed as if there were nothing else in the world, and the sheer intensity of it was more erotic than Remus ever would have imagined. A little stab of jealousy moved through him, but he shoved the emotion aside, instead reaching out to touch Harry's hand where it rested on Severus' waist, and was comforted when Harry's fingers closed warmly around his own.
Harry gave a breathy whimper from the back of his throat and pulled back a little, gasping, "Remus, please," before he pressed against Severus once more. Remus propped himself up on one elbow to lean over, still watching Severus' face, and began to lick and nip at Harry's ear. Harry whined again and began to rock his hips, nudging his arse back against Remus' soft cock.
With the quite amazing properties of the salve on top of his own lycanthropy-induced rapid recovery time, Remus was able to respond almost at once, but he restrained himself. Harry had mentioned once tonight that he wasn't sure if he could handle Remus again -- better to wait and see if this was really what he wanted.
He felt Severus lean onto Harry, pressing the younger man more firmly against Remus. "Enjoying yourself?" Remus asked softly. Severus' eyes flickered to his, dark and guarded. But a moment later the wariness fell away, and Remus was inside Severus' memories once more, this time watching Severus touch himself, in a dark chilly room that must have been his bedroom at Hogwarts, stroking urgently and then surprising himself at the moment of orgasm by groaning Harry's name.
In the present Severus groaned aloud, shutting his eyes and lowering his head to kiss Harry again with that passion that overwhelmed pride. It made sense that Severus had got love and hate all mixed up where Harry was concerned, having been forced to protect him and convince Voldemort of his loathing all at once, poking around in his thoughts during those Occlumency lessons; Remus understood all too well. He had been tempted to touch Harry too, watching him try to summon a Patronus to fight off phantom Dementors -- it was adult magic and Harry had faced the task like an adult, failing again and again until Remus had wanted to pick him up and kiss him. He had not, of course; he had held himself at a distance, even after Sirius was gone forever and Harry was legally an adult. If he hadn't been so drunk the night before, he would not be here now, feeling Harry's hand reaching back to clutch at his hip and pull him closer while he returned Severus' kiss.
Remus exhaled a happy sigh and gave a gentle bite to Harry's neck where it joined his shoulder. Had he made any effort to seduce Harry in earlier days, he doubted he would have succeeded -- Harry had never really seemed interested in looking beyond Ginny, though Remus now found that most curious -- and he was more than pleased that under these circumstances Severus was here as well. He reached to touch Severus' face, sliding one fingertip along the prickly line of his jaw and up to where his lips and Harry's met.
With scarcely a pause, those lips were opened and two tongues curled around Remus' finger, sending a jolt of heat straight to his prick and causing him to push more firmly against Harry's arse, not trying to penetrate him unprepared, merely enjoying contact with that rounded flesh.
"I think," he whispered in Harry's ear, knowing he would be overheard, "that we should find out what Severus would like next. It is his potion that we're taking such advantage of; it seems only right that he should have the choice over how else it should be tested. His previous request was more for me than himself."
"On the contrary, Remus, my previous request was exactly what I wanted." Severus was smirking at him, and he reached around Harry's hip to find Remus' stiff cock prodding at Harry's arse. "I would, however, hate to waste this..." Remus gasped as the fingers squeezed him. "Harry, do you want Remus to fuck you? Or may I have a turn with that huge prick of his?"
Hearing Severus talk about his cock that way made Remus groan, and he thought Harry relaxed a bit as he nodded agreement. "Of course you can have a turn. Don't take this the wrong way, Remus, but your prick takes getting used to, even with the salve."
"Would you mind preparing him, then? I'm sure Severus would enjoy your fingers inside him first." Remus gave Harry an innocent grin, hearing Snape draw in a ragged breath as he passed the potion to Harry. "And while I'm fucking Severus, I'm certain he would enjoy watching you wank, if you wouldn't mind."
Harry shook his head as he took the vial. He brushed his lips against Severus' once more, quickly, then said, "You'd better turn over. Or get between us."
As Severus was crawling over Harry, Remus saw a wink that suggested that Harry had some ideas of his own. He had an instant remembering the sorts of things that Sirius had once done, but squelched that firmly. It would never do to let Severus see such memories in one of those flashes of Legilimency -- the animosity between him and Sirius had never died. Instead he drew Severus close and lifted one knee to rest on his own thigh, giving Harry room to work with the salve.
"Are you willing to kiss the werewolf the way you kissed the boy?"
He felt Severus' breath catch and wasn't sure if it was from the words or Harry's touch. "You don't change until tomorrow night."
"I'm a werewolf every day," Remus reminded him. "And wolves don't kiss... though they may lick." He bent his neck awkwardly and dragged his tongue over the hollow of Severus' throat, tasting the salt of sweat flavored with musk and a bitterness of herbs.
"Don't put ideas in my head, Lupin -- it would be very tempting to restrain and fuck the werewolf the way I fucked the boy." Listening to this, Remus groaned against Severus' skin and heard Harry suck in a breath. "Do you lick yourself, when you are a wolf?"
"I do," admitted Remus as Severus let his head fall back, mouth opening in a soundless cry -- Harry must have been rubbing his prostate. "As you guessed, I'm very wanton as an animal. I rub myself on furniture and on the grass... and when I'm with someone I trust, I rub myself on him."
If Remus had been envious of Severus' attention to Harry before, he could see now that he needn't have worried... it might have been Harry's fingers tearing the soft moan from Severus' throat but his eyes were fixed hungrily on Remus, showing him an admission of secret arousal and shame at the idea of being touched by a tame wolf. He grinned, licking his lips, as Severus muttered, "Enough, Harry. I need... let him fuck me."
"You do need this, Severus," hissed Remus as he mounted him, pushing him flat on the bed with Harry kneeling beside his head, erect cock already in hand. The well-lubricated arse felt hot and slick as Remus pushed inside, vibrating with Severus' groan that resonated through his body. "You need to be fucked by an animal because you're an animal yourself, aren't you?"
The immediate answer was Severus' thighs parting, tilting his hips so that Remus could press inside more quickly. "Fuck... yes..." he panted, turning his head towards Harry, who brushed the dark strands of hair away from Severus' face with his free hand. "Not something..." He broke off with a second groan as Remus' prick filled him wholly.
"Not something you like to admit? Not something you're proud of?" Remus asked, drawing back. Teasingly, he gave tiny thrusts, just letting the head of his cock in, then pulling out again.
"Not something I have had the opportunity to pursue," returned Severus with surprising dignity. "Just fuck me, Remus, if you want me ever to reciprocate again." He was watching Harry now, licking his lips without seeming to realize what he was doing. Harry's foreskin had slid away, exposing the head where a hint of fluid welled in the slit, and Harry swiped his thumb over it and then lifted it to his mouth, sucking, never taking his eyes off Snape.
Remus let himself sink in completely again, till his prick was enveloped in that clutching hole, and the growl he gave was echoed by Severus' own. "Tell me how to fuck you," he demanded.
"Hard," Severus groaned at once. "Faster..." His eyes moved to Harry's fingers, which were again moving on his cock, squeezing out more fluid. "Give me some of that."
"Say 'please'," insisted Remus as Harry started to obey.
"Please!" The word was a raw cry; Remus had thrust against Severus' prostate just before he spoke. Grinning, Harry wiped his damp thumb over Severus' mouth and Severus tilted his head to suck it.
"Can you give him your cock, Harry? Don't let him suck it. Just tease his lips with it, the way I did with you." Nodding, Harry shifted closer and obliged, teasing Severus with the bobbing cock while Remus thrust as hard as he wished, making Severus shift back and forth, still kissing Harry's cock. I can make them both come like this, he thought eagerly.
His balls were tightening and the familiar tension of impending orgasm rose as he thrust faster, yet there was no real urgency, just a soaring pleasure. That salve -- he had always been quick to recover, before the full moon at least, but this was like nothing he had ever felt. He thought he could go forever, fucking Severus, watching Harry wank, seeing them both on the verge of losing all control.
"You like it rough and dirty? How much do you like that, Severus, enough to come without anyone's hand on you, not even your own?" Remus leaned over, bracing himself on his hands, plowing into the willing body beneath him. "Tell me how much you want this."
"I want it more than I wanted to see Voldemort dead," was the reply, harsh through clenched teeth. "Want you to fuck me till I can't stand. Want Harry to come on my face and mark me. Want to belong to you both." Harry's eyes flew open at that, his hand slowing, and Severus looked almost as astonished at what he had spoken aloud.
Remus tried to keep the shock from his own face, nodding as though he had expected nothing less. "You heard him, Harry," he said, gesturing at Harry's cock before he could think too much about what Severus had said. "Come on his face. Make him as dirty as he wants."
Severus groaned, straining up to him, the tip of his cock barely brushing Remus' belly. Had he ever truly belonged to anyone? Remus knew that he had tried -- it was why Severus still had that faded mark on his forearm, the outline of a serpent coming out of a skull -- but he had supposed, in the years of the war and since, that Severus preferred to be alone.
"I didn't realize," Remus said softly, looking into Severus' slitted eyes and seeing the terrible loneliness his arrogance usually disguised. "If that's what you want, then show us. Come for us both."
Harry began to move again, rubbing the head of his cock over Severus' lips, his cheek, his throat. "Come for us," he repeated Remus' words. "I'll do what you want, then you have to do what Remus asked." He had both hands working now, one on his swollen cock and the other on his balls, rolling them between his fingers. Harry was flushed, panting, and even as Severus was nodding a frantic assent, thick white jets of semen spurted over his face, just barely missing his eyes which he kept open, staring at Harry. Remus wondered if one or both was using Legilimency, and if so what they saw, because Harry swiped his finger through one of the globs and tasted it, then touched the same finger to Severus' lips.
The sound that escaped from Severus' throat at that could only be called a wail. His arse clenched around Remus and he came, sucking at Harry's finger and shaking. The constriction was too great for Remus to move until it was over.
"Mine," he growled, leaning over Severus. "Mine." He drove in hard and harder still, as he had been asked.
Harry shifted behind Severus, who grunted with every thrust that crushed the air out of his lungs, moving between Severus and the headboard to stop Remus from slamming him into it.
For a moment Remus slowed, afraid that he was hurting the man beneath him, but Severus groaned, "Yes... like that...," lifting his hips again and rocking backward so that his ankles grazed Remus' arms. Tilting him just a bit more, Remus could lift the feet over his shoulders.
"Mine," he barked again, slamming in deep, again and again until his groin tightened and orgasm overpowered him. As he shook, he felt Harry's fingers push his hair back from his face.
"That was," Harry's voice faltered, "amazing." Remus opened his eyes to see Harry, his lips curved in a smile that made him look astonishingly young. "Watching you, I mean. You were beautiful. No, I mean it," he protested when Remus shook his head.
"Your hormones have clearly outstripped your common sense," grumbled Severus. "Sensual, yes; lusty, without question; but beautiful? You are the only one here to whom that word applies. No offense, Remus."
"None taken." Remus agreed completely. Neither he nor Severus could have ever been described as beautiful. Handsome, perhaps, on a good day in their youths... but ordinary-looking, really. Sirius had been beautiful, before Azkaban.
"Both of you were." Harry didn't let it go. "The way you were watching each other. The way you watched me." That was more to Severus than to Remus, he was sure. "I felt part of it even though I was barely touching you."
Under Remus, Severus shifted slightly, uncomfortably, and Remus braced himself to pull out with a squelching noise and roll to one side. "You were part of it." He reached across to Harry, who took his hand and lifted it, sucking at one fingertip. Sighing in pleasure at the feeling, Remus closed his eyes. Potion or no potion, Severus would need time to recover, as would Harry, despite being twenty years younger than they were. He felt Severus lift his hands, stroking both their chests on either side, and leaned in closer.
"We made quite a mess of him, Harry. I think we should clean him off." Sliding his finger from between the younger man's lips, Remus bent toward Severus' face and brushed his mouth over a cheek streaked with Harry's semen. A moment later he felt Harry do the same, and Severus' hands arms moved to encircle their shoulders.
"Do you feel like you belong to us now?" There was a soft moan and the cheek beneath his lips grew warmer, but Severus made no attempt to deny it. "Because after tonight, I certainly want this to continue, and I suspect Harry does too." Harry made a small noise of agreement but was too busy licking Severus' face and kissing him to reply further. "In a couple of days, when I'm too tired to do anything but watch, will you still want to be here?"
"I suppose I could find the time," came the muffled response from under Harry's mouth. "I would very much like to learn if my potion will be effective on you during the waning moon."
"I'll bet you would," Harry snickered, sitting up and looking down at Severus. "Are we going to keep pretending this is nothing more than an experiment for you, then?"
Severus raised an eyebrow, making his face stretch under Remus' mouth so that he, too, lifted his head. "Is sexual satisfaction not sufficient basis for continuing?"
"It's a rational enough reason for me," Remus announced, brushing his fingers over the damp cheek before lying back. "Harry has kindly offered to let me stay at Grimmauld Place since I've had to leave the flat, which should prove to be very convenient if we do continue. And if Harry gets tired of two old men..."
"Like that's going to happen," scoffed Harry cheerfully, flopping down at Severus' other side. "I'd have asked you out of friendship even if none of this had happened, or if it had been just an experiment for you -- it was for me too, at first. But, Severus, you can't tell me those things you showed me in your mind had to do with any potion."
Severus did not speak, and Remus wondered whether they had pushed him too far -- it was one thing to pretend to testing a potency potion, disallowing whatever might be said in the heat of passion, but Harry was speaking as if he expected Severus to confess that this was something much more to him. "No one is suggesting that you move in to Grimmauld Place tomorrow," Remus said, nudging Severus gently with his elbow. "But I do think that you should at least come for dinner once I'm myself again."
"It would be foolish to waste an opportunity," Snape mused. "What about you, Harry -- what are you planning to do tomorrow night while Remus is, shall we say, incapacitated?"
"I, ah, hadn't thought about it." Though he couldn't see Harry's face, Remus could hear the catch in his voice and his quickened breathing. "I suppose I assumed that since Remus might need me in the morning, I shouldn't make any plans."
"I'm sure he'd welcome company," Remus said calmly, hiding his grin.
"Oh yes," said Harry. "I mean, you're usually good company, Remus, but um..."
"Not as a werewolf. Though I'm better company in that form than I once was." Remus pressed Severus' hand. "Thanks to someone who brews Wolfsbane Potion for me."
"That'll be perfect, then. Severus can bring you the potion here, and then stay to keep me company." Harry paused, then added, "Can you be in the same room with us, Remus? Is it safe?"
Remus was touched by the concerned tone. "I... don't like anyone to see the transformation, but once I'm the wolf, it would be all right. I won't attack you but I might be... restless." Tonks had stayed with him, sometimes. "As I told Severus earlier."
"You mean you'd try to hump our legs. Or whatever." Harry laughed. "That's okay. How much control do you have, as a wolf?"
"And regardless, is there some way to make the experience more... satisfactory?" Severus' voice was a dark purr.
Now Remus felt his breath catch. "Are you suggesting --" he began, and had to pause as his voice rose alarmingly. His hand rose to wipe his forehead. "I am, shall we say, very easily satisfied when I am a werewolf. Yes, I would try to hump your legs. And any other part within my reach."
"I suppose there might be a certain virtue in testing the potion on a werewolf," Severus said in the same low, dangerous voice. "Or on a human in the presence of a werewolf."
"I'd be willing," Harry said, sounding slightly more cautious but also intrigued. "If Remus wanted to, that is."
Want hardly seemed a strong enough term for the hunger rising in Remus. "Only if you're both very sure," he insisted. "This is new to all of us. I see no reason to push..."
"Do you doubt I mean what I say, Remus?" Snape drawled. "I am very sure. But if Potter would prefer to wait for a month or two to become comfortable with the idea...?"
"No, I'm fine with it," protested Harry. "Honestly. I mean, that's who Remus is."
Remus remembered how Sirius had been, the first time, nervous but unwilling to admit it. Of course then Remus had not had the Wolfsbane Potion to keep him from the full consequences of lycanthropy, but as another canine Sirius had been relatively safe. They had... he remembered what they had done, vividly, and felt himself flush.
It wouldn't be like that tomorrow, not with both Harry and Severus in human form, not with the Wolfsbane at work, but it might well be better. Severus had said something about restraining the wolf, hadn't he? Oh, Merlin.
"If you're both certain, then all right, Severus. You may test the potion on me if you wish." His voice was rough with the anticipation of lust, and more than just anticipation; heat was pooling in his groin again, but he ignored it.
"I shall bring a large supply along with the Wolfsbane." Severus' drawl was now becoming slurred; he was falling asleep, Remus realized, pressed between himself and Harry, despite his insistence from their first night together that he expected to be unable to rest while sharing a bed with the two of them.
Harry yawned as well, fumbling for Remus' hand on Severus' shoulder. "Maybe better get rested up," he mumbled. "And someone better Scourgify all of us before we get stuck together."
Remus found himself grinning as Severus let out an exaggerated sigh, summoned his wand and cast a spell on the bed that left them all dry, if not precisely clean. "Goodnight, then." Severus twisted toward Harry; the two of them looked into one another's eyes for a long moment before sharing a quick kiss.
"Get over here, Remus." He leaned across Severus' chest to kiss first the younger man, then the older, laughing softly as he realized that there were still vials of the potion clinking between Severus' elbow and his side.
"Not expecting to sleep through the night, Severus?"
"I am in bed with a werewolf and a near-adolescent," came the plaintive reply. "I fully expect to be awakened by the two of you at some miserable hour. Just at the moment, though," Severus stopped and yawned, "Eros himself couldn't keep me up."
Remus heard Harry snicker.
"Yes, Potter, there's a double, oh," Snape yawned again, "entendre there. Go to sleep." He turned his back to Harry and draped an arm over Remus, but expressed no objection whatsoever when Harry's arm encircled his torso.
Smiling to himself, Remus rolled over under Severus' arm and spooned up against him. "Sleep well, both of you."
The susurration of deep breaths was his only reply.