Title: A Little Self-Control
Author: gypsyflame
Characters/Pairings: Snape/Draco/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Kinks/Themes Chosen: Discipline and cock rings
Other Warnings: Established threesome D/s relationship; humiliation; rimming
Word Count: 3,646
Summary/Description: Draco’s lovers remind him of his place.
Author's Notes: Thanks to literaryspell for her excellent beta work!



There were few more pleasant ways to wake than with a mouth on your cock and fingers in your arse.

Even groggy and half-asleep, Draco knew which belonged to which lover, and he squirmed with restless pleasure as his body fought between conflicting urges to push forward into Harry’s mouth and backwards onto Severus’ hand. He had no idea what time it was, though he had a feeling it was far earlier than any sane person would get up on a Sunday. Not that he was complaining.

Draco let out a sleepy but very appreciative moan as Harry’s tongue flicked against the head of his cock just as Severus’ fingers pressed against his prostate. He forced his eyes open so he could look down to see Harry’s dark head between his legs. The angle was a little awkward, with Draco lying on his side, but it didn’t seem to be interfering with Harry’s skill or enthusiasm for the task.

Severus, whose long body was pressed up against Draco’s from behind, landed a kiss on Draco’s shoulder. “Are you awake now?”

“Mmm.”

Severus shoved his fingers in harder, almost cruelly, making Draco gasp. “I asked you a question, Draco.”

“Yes!” Draco said, panting. “Yes, Sir.”

It was rarer for Draco to address his lovers in such a way than it might be for others with similar lifestyles, but the stern tone that had surfaced in Severus’ voice was a signal that right now, it would be wise to err on the side of caution.

“That’s better.”

Harry pulled his mouth off Draco’s cock – much to Draco’s consternation – and slid up the bed so that they were lying face to face. “Good morning,” he said, leaning in for a kiss.

It was slow and deep and wet, distracting enough that Draco barely noticed when Severus withdrew his fingers and reached across Draco’s body to grasp Harry’s hip and pull him closer. Though Draco was naked, both his lovers were still wearing pyjama bottoms, and the friction of the cloth against his bare cock and arse made Draco shiver.

Draco broke the kiss when he felt tendrils of magic curling around his balls and the base of his cock, glancing down just as the magic suddenly solidified into a tight ring. His mouth dropped open in indignation. “What –”

“Don’t speak.”

Draco shut his mouth, though he continued to glare at Harry. Severus stroked his side reassuringly.

“Severus and I have been talking,” said Harry, “and we’ve agreed that you seem to be having trouble remembering your place lately.”

Draco almost protested, went so far as to open his mouth to speak, before he realized that would only prove Harry’s point. He remained reluctantly silent.

“You haven’t been outright disrespectful or disobedient, which is why we haven’t addressed it until now,” Harry continued. “But Severus and I aren’t going to stand for the attitude you’ve been throwing around lately. You’ve been cheeky, selfish –”

“Frankly, Draco, you’ve been a demanding little brat the past few weeks. Perhaps you’ve forgotten who you belong to.” Severus slid his hand up to trace a finger along the slim platinum collar that encircled Draco’s neck. To everyone but the three of them, it appeared to be a simple chain necklace. In reality, it wasn’t much bigger than that, very lightweight and not at all cumbersome, with the initials HP and SS entwined on the part that rested over Draco’s throat.

Draco scowled. So maybe he was a little self-centred sometimes, a little too focused on his own wants and needs to the exclusion of others’. But demanding?

Harry rubbed his thumb over the frown lines on Draco’s brow. “For one thing, I don’t know when you started thinking that you have the right to come whenever and as often as you want, but you don’t. Orgasm is a privilege that Severus and I allow you, not something we owe you. Understand?”

“Yes,” Draco said grudgingly. Was that what all this was about? He knew Harry was right, but he and Severus were such generous lovers that Draco had gotten used to being indulged in the bedroom. He could hardly be faulted for coming to expect it.

“You are not entirely to blame,” said Severus, as if he’d read Draco’s mind. “Harry and I share some culpability. We enjoy your pleasure so much that we have spoiled you.”

Harry nodded. “We’re not going to punish you, but you do need some discipline. You need to learn a little self-control, a little restraint.”

Draco didn’t like the sound of that. Self-control and restraint were words that reminded him of life under his father’s thumb, the relentless demands to be cold, aloof, to never let anyone get close to him. He’d only recently begun to shake off the effects of his questionable upbringing – with Harry and Severus’ help. Now they wanted him to go back to that?

Correctly interpreting Draco’s expression, Harry gave him another kiss, this one meant to comfort rather than arouse. “We don’t want you to wall yourself off again,” he said. “We just want you to try putting other people’s needs first every once in a while.”

It seemed he had permission to speak again, so Draco said, “That doesn’t come naturally to me.”

Severus pressed his cloth-covered erection against Draco’s arse. “Then you will learn.”

“We’re going to fuck you,” Harry said, the blunt words making Draco’s breath catch. “We’re going to use your mouth and arse as long as we want, any way we want, and you won’t be allowed to come until we’re both completely satisfied. Got it?”

“Yes, Sir.” Draco was a little relieved. They’d done that before, and it wasn’t very difficult. Annoying, maybe, but not difficult.

“That’s not all.”

Draco frowned. What else could–?

“You are not to request relief,” Severus said. “You may speak as much as you like, say whatever you wish, so long as you do not ask, beg, or plead to come. If you do, even once, then you will not be allowed to come at all for the rest of the day.”

Draco’s stomach dropped. He couldn’t do that. He didn’t want to disobey – he took as much pride in being a good slave as he did in his work at St. Mungo’s – but he just couldn’t. He’d never learned to stifle or censor himself during sex. Harry and Severus knew that better than anyone.

Were they intentionally setting him up to fail so that they could punish him? They’d never done that before, and Draco didn’t want to think they would stoop to that kind of behavior, but he couldn’t think of any other reason they would give him such an order.

He had no more time to think about it. Both of his lovers kissed him before sitting up and moving away, towards the middle of the bed. Draco sat up as well, though he stayed near the headboard.

Harry and Severus knelt in front of each other, Harry sliding his fingers teasingly along the edge of Severus’ waistband as he kissed Severus’ neck. Severus ran a hand through Harry’s hair and tugged to keep him from getting distracted.

“Is there a particular way you wish to begin?” he asked.

“I want you to fuck him,” said Harry. “Fuck him until he makes that noise… you know the one I mean?”

Severus’ voice came out a bit rougher than it’d been before. “I believe I do, yes.”

They kissed, and Draco had to close his eyes – not because he was jealous, but because he could already tell they were going to make this as hard on him as possible, and there was no point in getting needlessly worked up beforehand. Harry and Severus together were always a stunning sight.

There was a wet noise as the kiss broke, and Draco chanced opening his eyes. Severus extended a hand towards him, beckoning. Draco and Harry switched places, Draco moving into Severus’ embrace as Harry shifted to recline against the headboard.

Severus’ kiss was demanding, insistent on Draco’s complete submission. Draco let his mouth be taken, let himself be held tightly, possessively. The anxiety in his mind began to quiet. He was safe here, like this, with Severus and Harry. He could let himself go, and nothing bad would happen to him.

Severus nipped at his neck and gave his arse a none-too-gentle squeeze. “Offer yourself to me,” he said.

It may have sounded like a general request, but in fact, it was a very specific order. Draco turned and knelt with his knees wide apart and his weight on his elbows, forearms and palms flat against the bed. He arched his back and raised his arse, offering himself to Severus as he’d been instructed.

“Good boy.”

Draco heard rustling as Severus undressed behind him. If he lifted his head up, he could see Harry, lounging against the head of the bed and lazily rubbing his erection through his pyjamas while he watched.

There was the brief, slick sound of skin on skin, and then Severus’ hands were on Draco’s hips, cock sliding into Draco’s arse with practiced ease. Draco was well-prepared from before, but Severus’ thick cock still gave him a good stretch that made him hiss with slightly masochistic pleasure.

Severus set a steady pace, one Draco recognized as intended for stamina. And Severus had a lot of stamina, even when he wasn’t intentionally trying to torment Draco. Draco usually appreciated that; it meant Severus was up for marathon sex sessions during which he could pleasure Draco and Harry again and again before he was depleted. But when Draco wasn’t allowed to come until after Severus, that pleasure could quickly become torture.

Severus wasn’t going to make it easy, either. His cock dragged over Draco’s prostate maddeningly with every slow, relentless stroke, and Draco had no doubts that the bastard was doing it on purpose. Draco could do nothing but take it, his body trembling as frustrated pleasure built up in his balls and the small of his back. His hands fisted in the sheets as a low groan tore from his throat, followed by a series of sharp, staccato sounds that were half-moan, half-cry.

“There it is,” Harry said. “God, I could almost come just listening to him make that slutty noise.”

Draco bit his lip, but there was really nothing he could do to keep the sounds back. And he shouldn’t try to, either, not when Harry enjoyed them so much. It was a little embarrassing, though, because he did sound slutty – desperate, even. Perversely, the thought of how wanton he must look just turned him on more.

Severus hummed in agreement with Harry, never changing his inexorable rhythm. He rubbed an approving hand down the length of Draco’s back.

Harry kicked off his pyjama bottoms and palmed his own cock with a light touch. “You love it when Severus fucks you, don’t you, Draco? You love his cock pounding your greedy hole.”

Oh, no. That was not fair. Harry knew what it did to Draco to be spoken to that way, how much it excited him. Draco let out a little moan of protest, though he obediently answered, “Yes.”

“That’s not enough, though, is it? What else do you want?”

Harry’s eyes were intense, and Draco knew what he was waiting for. “Your cock, Harry,” he said. “I want to suck you.” At Harry’s raised eyebrows, he quickly added, “Please.”

Draco did want to suck Harry’s cock – not just because he enjoyed it, but also because it would be impossible for him to beg to come if his mouth was full.

“Get up on your hands.”

Draco rose up, shifting his weight from his elbows to his hands. Harry knelt in front of him so his cock was level with Draco’s face, one hand carding through Draco’s hair while the other held his cock steady so that Draco could swallow it down.

They had done this a million times before, Draco taking them from both ends, and they immediately fell into an easy rhythm – albeit a slower one than usual. An unexpected benefit was that now that Draco had a blowjob to focus on, his own arousal became less urgent, less demanding of his attention.

A familiar sense of bliss began stealing over Draco. It didn’t have anything to do with sex, not really, although that was usually what brought it on. No, this was the matchless feeling of freedom that came from surrendering himself, his body and will, to the two men he loved and trusted above all others.

Draco supposed he made a bit of an odd submissive, as self-centred as he often was. He had never felt the need to serve that seemed to drive many of the other submissives he had met. What he craved was the peace of yielding control to another, the serenity of knowing someone else was in charge, would take care of him. It made him feel safe – a feeling that had been in short supply for him since the age of sixteen. A sense of security was what he longed for more than anything else, and Harry and Severus never failed to give that to him.

The pleasure of Severus’ cock in his arse, the taste and feeling of Harry’s cock in his mouth, and their slow, steady rhythm all combined to increase the sensation of floatiness until Draco had very nearly attained that state of mindless euphoria that he so hungered for. It was rudely interrupted when Harry pulled Draco off his cock.

“I think we might be making this too easy for him,” he said to Severus.

Severus stilled, his cock buried deep inside Draco. When he spoke, he was only slightly out of breath. “What would you suggest?”

The two men shared a moment of wordless communication, which was something they did quite often, especially when they didn’t want Draco to know what they were planning. Sometimes he wondered if they were actually using Legilimency when they did that, or if they just knew each other so well that they didn’t need to speak.

Severus pulled out without warning, making Draco gasp with loss. He moved to take Harry’s previous position against the headboard.

“Go suck Severus’ cock, Draco,” said Harry. “Show him how grateful you are for that good fucking he just gave you.”

Draco almost protested – though he loved sucking cock, he wasn’t all that keen on sucking one that had just been up his arse – but the comment Harry had made about him forgetting his place still stung. After a brief moment of indecision, he crawled between Severus’ legs and bent his head.

A hand on his hair stopped him just before his lips touched the crown, and Severus sent a cleaning spell over himself. Draco blushed at what he had been willing to do, but a surreptitious glance upwards told him that Severus was quite pleased. Still, Draco’s face was hot with humiliation as he took as much of Severus’ cock into his mouth as he could.

He almost choked when, moments later, he felt the slick slide of Harry’s tongue over his hole. Draco tried to raise his head, but Severus put a firm hand on the back of it and pushed Draco down again, forcing his cock into Draco’s throat. Draco groaned around it as Harry’s tongue flicked torturously against his sensitive skin.

“Better?” Severus asked.

Harry made a muffled noise of agreement, his face buried in Draco’s arse.

As far as Draco was concerned, it was not better. Every lick and nibble of his hole amped up his arousal still further, shattering the quiet bliss he’d been revelling in. He couldn’t even pay attention to Severus; every shred of concentration he had was focused on Harry’s tongue and the ache in his bound cock.

Severus didn’t seem to mind. He held Draco’s head still with both hands and thrust his hips up, fucking Draco’s mouth. Now Draco was grateful for the slow pace, because he knew that if Severus moved any faster, he wouldn’t be able to breathe – not through the constant moans and muffled cries that Harry was wringing from him.

Harry abruptly stabbed his tongue deep into Draco’s hole, and Draco screamed. His flailing hands clawed at Severus’ thighs. Severus grunted at the sensation of the deep scratches, his hips giving a few quick, uncontrolled thrusts before he pulled Draco’s mouth off of him.

“Enough,” he said. “Harry, take him.”

That wicked tongue disappeared, but Draco had only seconds in which to gasp his relief before he was lifted bodily and impaled on Harry’s cock. He shrieked, hands grabbing at Harry’s legs in an attempt to steady himself. Harry was kneeling, resting on his heels, his chest pressed against Draco’s back and his strong hands like steel on Draco’s hips.

Draco writhed in Harry’s lap as Harry thrust up into him, every stroke of his cock a blend of ecstasy and agony. He cried out, then bit his lip savagely to keep back the words that threatened to spill forth. He was a good slave. He would not disobey.

That was easier said than done, of course, and Draco knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. He simply wasn’t accustomed to being denied for so long, or to having to restrain himself in such a manner. And Harry felt so good inside him, and Severus’ watching eyes were burning, and Draco needed to come so badly…

“Gag me,” he gasped out in a moment of inspiration. They hadn’t said it wasn’t allowed, after all. “Please, Severus, gag me.”

Severus smiled, his expression approving, and Draco was suddenly certain that this had been his lovers’ aim all along. They hadn’t been setting him up to fail; they’d wanted him to succeed, wanted him to do whatever he could to find a way to obey them.

Harry slowed his thrusts while Severus summoned a small rubber ball gag and fastened it around Draco’s head. The ball was large enough to render any words unintelligible, but not nearly large enough to cause Draco discomfort. Draco bit down on it, relaxing a little as his fear of disobeying faded.

Severus knelt in front of them, and then he and Harry were lifting Draco off of Harry’s cock and shifting him forward onto Severus’. Draco wrapped his arms around Severus’ neck and rested his forehead on Severus’ shoulder. When Severus started thrusting, fucking Draco leisurely, Draco moved with him.

Draco wasn’t sure how long it went on, Harry and Severus passing him back and forth, each taking their pleasure in his body until they came too close to the brink of orgasm. Time had little meaning to him; he was lost in a haze of submission and intense pleasure edged with pain, his babbling pleas for release safely muffled.

Eventually, Harry’s hands tightened on Draco’s hips, and when he spoke, his voice was strained. “Severus, I can’t – I have to –”

“Come, Harry,” Severus said. “Come inside him.”

Harry groaned and pushed Draco forward onto his hands and knees before setting a pace that was almost brutal in its speed and force. Draco’s arms abruptly gave out, bringing his chest hard against the mattress. His knees would have given out, too, if Harry hadn’t been holding him up while his thick cock speared Draco again and again.

“Fuck, oh God, Draco…” Harry descended into incoherency and his hips stuttered as he came, clenching fingers bruising against Draco’s skin.

He more fell out of Draco than pulled out, collapsing by Draco’s side. Draco’s weakened legs dropped flat against the bed, and he rubbed his hips against the mattress, moaning anxiously into his gag.

Severus turned Draco over onto his back and grabbed his thighs, pushing them up and apart so that his raw, well-fucked hole was on display, Harry’s come still dripping from it.

“You,” Severus said slowly and with great satisfaction, “are a filthy whore.”

Draco shuddered. Severus had a deep, rich voice that was sexy even when he was talking about something as mundane as what to have for dinner. When he spoke so obscenely, his voice went from sexy to practically orgasmic.

Severus drove his cock in with no further preamble. Draco sobbed with overwhelming need, tears springing to his eyes. It was just too good, and it hurt, and his cock was going to explode if they didn’t let him come soon.

Fortunately, Severus wasn’t interested in drawing things out further. He came within minutes, leaning down to sink his teeth into Draco’s neck as he did so. When he slumped atop Draco, spent, Draco whimpered in protest and pushed at his chest.

“We haven’t forgotten you,” said Severus, sounding amused. He withdrew his cock from Draco’s arse and sat up, pulling Draco with him so he was sitting on Severus’ lap.

Harry sat behind Draco, kissing his shoulder as he unbuckled the gag and tossed it aside. “Now you can beg,” he whispered into Draco’s ear.

“Please,” Draco said immediately, desperately. “Oh, please let me come, it hurts so much, I need it, please –”

He screamed when Severus vanished the cock ring, a single stroke enough to push him over the edge. Stars exploded behind his eyelids and his body shook convulsively as he climaxed, violent pulses of come spattering his stomach and chest and covering Severus’ hand until he was utterly drained.

Draco sagged in his lovers’ arms, sudden exhaustion making him limp and boneless. They cleaned him up and manoeuvred him underneath the covers before curling up on either side, murmuring words of appreciation and affection. Severus’ fingers ran soothingly through his hair; Harry’s hand rubbed circles on his back.

Lying in the embrace of two powerful men who adored him, Draco had never felt safer – or more loved.