Fest fic: Slytherin Hold 'Em Title: Slytherin Hold 'Em Author:sassy_cissa and unbroken_halo Prompt: Originally Prompt #28: Ron can't sleep. He decides to go for a walk. He decides he probably shouldn't have followed to funny slurping noises coming from Harry's bed. Harry/Draco if the author can stomach the pairing, if not make it a surprise. Pairing: Draco/Harry, Severus/Draco/Harry Rating: NC-17 Word Count: ~ 6358 Highlight for Warnings: *AU, humour, fluff, OOC-ness, threesome, voyeurism, exhibitionism, wanking, furniture!sex, dirty talk, blatant over use of poker puns.* Author's Notes (if any): We made the change of Snape with Ron. Thanks to chiralove, alisanne, and sevs_lil_secret for the betas.
Slytherin Hold 'Em
Severus Snape never needed much sleep. His spying days were over, that much was true. Potter had fulfilled his destiny and the Dark Lord was destroyed. The insomnia that had plagued him through those covert days still dogged him and try as he might, despite the lack of stress in his life, he still couldn't sleep.
Potion-induced sleep had never appealed to him. One never knew when the Dark Lord or, Merlin forbid, a little cretin entrusted to his care by the more polite of society, might demand his attention. So he tossed and turned, read his tomes and created philtres in his laboratory at all hours of the night, hoping to induce some form of exhaustion to his body so he could rest peacefully. Still, it was not to be so.
Scowling, he wrapped his dressing gown around him and decided that a walk just might be in order. Thank Merlin, the students had gone and only a select few faculty members were left in the castle. He didn't fancy running into Albus or anyone else that would inquire about his health. Small talk had never been his forte.
He passed the Bloody Baron, ignoring the ghostly presence and padded down the corridor, deciding to wander through the Common rooms of Slytherin House. Mayhap Slytherin himself would be around for some intelligent conversation, if the old dog wasn't out of his portrait chasing Madame Ravenclaw.
Turning the corner, Severus paused outside of the Common room entrance and sighed. The hallowed halls were quiet and he enjoyed them that way. Uttering the password, Severus stepped back and watched the bricks in the wall fold in on themselves, then stepped into the serpent's den, where his peaceful silence was shattered by a wet slurping sound.
Ever fearful of cracks in the stone from the lake overhead, he drew his wand and set forth in search of the possible leak. Rounding the corner into the Common room proper, Severus was caught in surprise. He stopped and stared, wand dangling from his fingers at the – well he wasn't certain what to call it- display before his disbelieving eyes.
Draco Malfoy, current Ancient Runes Professor, was sprawled on the sofa; his pale flesh glistened in the low candle light of the room. One of Draco's long fingered hands was tightly twined in the bird's nest hair of –Severus sucked in a breath- Harry Potter.
Potter's nude body was curled up on the floor between Draco's legs and the low table, his head steadily bobbing up and down on Draco's prick. The wet slurping sound was most definitely coming from Potter.
Severus swallowed as he continued to watch the two men. He couldn't help it –it wasn't as if he'd never seen something like this; he'd just never imagined it between these two. His eyes roamed over Draco's body, then down to Potter's. It seemed almost a shame that such powerful lines would end. He smirked as he realized witches all over would mourn the loss and a moan drew his attention back to the two men.
Draco's head was now thrown back and Potter was looking up at him, licking his lips, his hand now wrapped around Draco's softening prick. A red flush graced Draco's pale skin and Potter looked positively predatory now.
Severus shook his head and cleared his throat, taking evil delight in watching them both jump. "Gentlemen, I suggest you keep your extracurricular activities to your own chambers. You are lucky that the students have long since vacated the premises."
Harry’s face turned scarlet as he scrambled to cover himself; while Draco stretched his lithe body, showing off his assets to his colleague. “Out for an evening stroll, Severus? You don’t normally include the empty dormitory in your wanderings, do you?”
“Draco!” Harry admonished. “Stop that! We’ve probably embarrassed Severus.”
Running his hand down Harry’s naked side, Draco replied smoothly, “Harry, Severus has been the Head of Slytherin for many, many years. I’m certain that this is not the first time he has walked in on an intimate moment in the Common Room.”
Severus stared at Draco, his mouth opening as if to respond. He rolled his eyes at the two men and quickly schooled his features back into those of the stern Potions Master. “It would be best if you two would remember your positions at Hogwarts and behave in a manner befitting Professors.” With that, he turned and quickly exited the Common Room.
Harry smacked Draco on the leg. “You had to push him, didn’t you? He was interested or at least looking before you pissed him off.”
“Well, it may not have been the reaction we were hoping for, but I still think this will work. Did you see the way he was ogling you?”
“Ogling me?” Harry laughed. “I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head when you stretched, your prick practically waving hello.”
Draco pulled Harry up next to him on the sofa and conjured a blanket to keep them warm, elbowing Harry in the side to keep him from falling asleep. “Hey lover boy, we need to figure out the next place Severus can accidentally run across us. Then you can take a nap to rest up for round two. I intend to take full advantage of the students being gone by allowing Severus to find us in compromising situations all over the castle, ending with him exactly where we want him — in our bed.”
Harry frowned slightly but nodded. "All right but next time it better be somewhere off the floor. It's bloody cold down there."
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Severus stormed back to his chambers, the scene from the Common Room replaying in his mind the entire way back. He slammed the door behind him and scowled at nothing in particular as he made his way to his bed chambers.
He fumbled with the tie on his dressing gown and flung it across his armchair then sat down on his bed, sighing heavily as he ran his hands across his face. It wasn't as if he'd never come across trysting lovers before, so he didn't know why he let the image of the two young men upset him so.
He placed his wand on the bedside table then lay back on his cold sheets and drew the duvet up over him, knowing that even though he'd worked himself up into a frenzy and he was now exhausted, sleep would still be a long time in coming. He snorted at his thoughts and rolled over on to his side, curling his arms around the cold second pillow and sighed.
Reaching back for his wand, he doused the candles and tried to sleep. The image of Draco's and Potter's pale bodies, entwined on the deep green settee in the Common Room was still at the forefront of his mind.
In the corner of the room, hidden in the shadows, a pair of wide, tennis ball shaped eyes watched silently.
Severus rose the next morning before his alarm spell was set to sound, as always. His head ached and pounded like he'd been on a bender and playing poker at the Hog's Head all night. He sat up and groaned softly, sliding out of bed and padding to the loo for his regular daily constitutional.
His watcher gazed upon this and took note, waiting silently to see what would happen next.
Exactly twenty-five minutes later, Severus exited the loo completely shaved, showered and dressed for the day. He grabbed his wand and tucked it away in his robes and exited the room without a backward glance.
The watcher followed him with a near silent 'pop'.
In his sitting room, Severus aimed his wand at the fireplace and ordered strong black tea with plain crumpets to be sent to his quarters. He sat at his desk and shuffled through his mail, discarding several unopened missives then stopped to read one letter.
"Of course, Poppy. I always have time to restock your cupboards," he muttered and sneered. "At least I now know what I'll be doing after breakfast. So much for my day off."
Severus looked up as the tray with his meal arrived through the Floo and hovered over the hearth. In a fit of pique, he burned Poppy's letter and stood to retrieve his breakfast.
"At least the heathens made certain my classroom was clean before they left. They'll be plenty of dirty cauldrons when they return," he snorted as he picked up a crumpet and delicately bit into the buttery treat.
The watcher grinned happily and left, popping out as silently as he had come the night before.
Severus finished his breakfast and banished the tray back to the kitchens. He returned to his mail, and then read his new potions journal that had arrived that morning. After reading one article on the uses of Ashwinder eggs, he wrote a scathing reply to the editor, and then decided he might as well start on Poppy's request.
Exiting his chambers, Severus made his way down the hall to his classroom and opened the door only to pause and stared in wonder at the scene before him. He was stunned into silence for several seconds before he finally found his voice to speak.
"Oh, for the love of Merlin! Must you defile every room in my dungeons?"
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Once the news of Severus’s plans to brew some potions for Poppy had been delivered, Harry and Draco hurried to put the next phase of their plan into action.
They sped through breakfast and made their way down to the dungeons. Everything had to be in place when Severus arrived.
Harry shivered when he walked into the Potions classroom. He’d not set foot in this room since he left Hogwarts several years before, yet he found himself as intimidated as a first year student.
“I’m not sure this is such a good plan anymore, Draco,” Harry said, worrying his lower lip with his teeth. “When Severus finds us in here, fucking on his desk, it might have exactly the opposite reaction we are looking for. He might just get us chucked out of Hogwarts altogether.”
Draco stopped, rubbing a hand against his chin as he pondered Harry’s statement. “You could be right, not on his desk then — the desk right in front of his. But from the side, so that he sees me sinking into you with each thrust and so that your cock is on display as well.”
When Harry still hesitated, Draco pulled him towards the front of the classroom, stopping at the first desk and wrapping his arms around Harry’s neck, their foreheads touching lightly. “Prepare yourself, Potter. I’m about to fuck you stupid on this desk,” Draco said, his voice full of lust. “I’ll have you so incoherent, you won’t care what Severus’s reaction is.” Harry moaned and pressed his lips against Draco’s, his tongue sliding between his lover’s soft lips. They nipped and kissed for several minutes, each kiss a bit more desperate than the last. Soon, Draco’s nimble fingers began to unbutton Harry’s shirt and slide across his chest. Draco slid his mouth along Harry’s jaw line and down to suck on his Adam’s apple, before moving to tease a dusky nipple with the tip of his tongue.
Draco quickly unbuttoned Harry’s trousers and slid down the zip, brushing his fingers against the hardening shaft inside.
“Don’t be such a tease!” Harry groaned.
Kneeling down, Draco moved forward, wrapping his mouth around Harry’s cloth covered erection, running his tongue along its length. Harry thrust his hands into Draco’s hair and tugged gently before moving his hands across Draco’s head and shoulders.
“Kiss me,” Harry demanded, tugging on Draco’s hair again.
Draco laughed, pulled Harry’s boxers to his ankles and leisurely slid his hands back up Harry’s legs, as he inhaled the scent of Harry’s arousal. His tongue flicked out to catch the drop that was threatening to fall from Harry’s erection.
Draco stood slowly, his hands skimming up Harry’s sides. He licked at the juncture where Harry’s neck met his shoulder, chuckling as Harry stretched his head back in a bid for Draco to move his mouth to his sensitive neck. Draco responded by licking a wet stripe up the side of Harry’s throat and nibbling on the tender area of skin just below his ear.
Harry moaned again and pressed his prick against Draco’s thigh. Draco grabbed Harry about the waist and lifted him onto the edge of the desk. He stepped between Harry’s open legs and kissed him forcefully, his tongue mapping out familiar territory and pressing Harry down onto the desk.
Standing upright, Draco quickly undid the button on his own trousers and slid them down with his boxers in one swift motion. He whispered the lubrication spell, and then leaned back in to capture Harry’s lips in a searing kiss, as he gently massaged Harry’s entrance with one finger. Harry gave an involuntary shiver and pressed down in an attempt to get Draco to do more, to do anything.
Taking pity on his lover, Draco pressed his finger past the tight ring of muscle and paused to allow Harry time to adjust. He swiftly prepared Harry, brushing against his prostate until Harry was writhing underneath him. Breaking away from Draco’s kiss, Harry whispered, “More,” against Draco’s lips.
Draco smiled as he stood, removing his fingers from Harry’s arse. Harry’s hips automatically opened when Draco lifted his legs and placed his feet flat on the desk top. “This will give Severus the best view from the doorway,” he said with a smirk.
Harry reached out and pulled Draco close, stopping to kiss the palm of his hand, before tenderly kissing each fingertip. “I love you, Draco,” Harry said softly, “but if you don’t fuck me soon —”
Draco responded by lining the head of his cock at Harry’s entrance and sliding forward, in one movement, until he was buried balls deep and surrounded by Harry’s heat. He paused to regain his composure, only to have Harry slide his arse back on the desk and thrust forward onto Draco’s prick.
“So that’s how you want it, huh?” Draco hissed, pulling nearly out and slamming back in. He began a brutal pace, Harry meeting him thrust for thrust. Draco shifted his hips a bit, the mushroom head of his cock brushing over Harry’s prostate with each thrust.
A light sheen of sweat covered their bodies and caused them both to practically glow in the soft dungeon light.
Harry had just leaned up, demanding a kiss from Draco, when he heard Severus’s voice — "Oh, for the love of Merlin! Must you defile every room in my dungeons?"
Draco never lost his rhythm as he replied, "Sorry Severus, we'll be out of here in a few minutes. Feel free to go about your work or pull up a chair, if you'd prefer." Severus watched the two men, unable to take his eyes away from them, just out of sheer shock at the audacity of Draco's comment. He swallowed hard as he looked at them, cataloguing every single detail about them as Draco leaned over Potter and pressed a kiss to Potter's mouth.
Severus sucked in a breath as he looked away for a moment and realized the clothes they had discarded were various parts of old school uniforms.
Harry moaned as the thought of Severus watching them like this made him shiver. He arched his back, cried out and came, untouched by Draco's hand.
The sound drew Severus's attention back to the pair and he took an involuntary step forward as he saw Potter orgasm. The stark white of Potter's release arched up from his body and splashed against Draco's stomach had him pausing in place as he sucked in a breath, his body reacting without his control to the stimulus.
Draco grunted and dug his fingers into Harry's hips, pulling his mouth back into a grimace as he too sucked in a breath, Harry's body drawing his along in orgasm.
Potter reached down, stroked Draco's flank, and Severus felt himself do something he'd not done in many years as he tried to tear his eyes away from the salacious scene. He flushed and then swallowed, licking his lips as he tried to find the words to say something to the two men.
Clearing his throat, he sneered at them. "Your public displays of sexual deviancy aside, I have no need to stand, or sit and watch them. You will clean up your mess and do so promptly. I have things I need to do without the two of you entwined across a desk in flagrante delecto."
He gave a slight put upon huff and stormed out of the rooms, robes swirling and snapping about him sharply.
As swiftly as possible, Severus made his way down the corridor and back to his rooms, the scene with Potter and Draco replaying in his mind. His prick throbbed rhythmically as he walked and he groaned softly as he rounded on his chambers, hastily muttering the password and kicking the door shut behind him.
He leaned against the door and fumbled with his robe, pulling out his prick and sighing as he ran his hand down the ridged length, folding the foreskin over the tip and pulling it back quickly.
Hanging his head and closing his eyes, the vision of Potter and Draco filled his mind once more and Severus moaned loudly as he continued to stroke himself faster. He saw them once more as Draco's hips pistoned faster into Potter and Potter's cry as he orgasmed.
He bit down on his lip, holding his breath and the sound of his pleasure in as his body tightened and he came, the release spilling from him in fast, hard spurts as he curled over himself. Spots appeared before his eyes and Severus huffed out a breath as he slid down the door to the floor, panting harshly. He groaned and leaned his head back against the door, silently cursing the two men for interrupting his day.
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Once their breathing had returned to normal, Draco helped Harry sit up on the edge of the desk.
“Well that was not how I had hoped things would go,” said Harry, biting down on his lower lip.
Draco kissed Harry on the forehead. “No, love, it was perfect. He was so aroused he could barely talk. I know Severus. I’ll bet you fifty galleons he’s in his quarters, wanking while he replays this in his head. He may have said he has no need to stand, or sit and watch, but he certainly got himself an eyeful before he left.” He grinned at Harry, "I think it’s time to up the ante.”
Harry laughed at Draco’s words. Ever since Seamus had taught him how to play poker, phrases like that had been popping into Draco’s conversations more and more.
Draco started to dress as he told Harry more of his plan. Harry slid off the desk and did the same, while they discussed the next course of action.
Unfortunately as luck would have it, Severus was not cooperating. He had not been seen out of his quarters in nearly two weeks. Harry and Draco were getting desperate — the summer holiday was a little more than half over and they wanted time to enjoy having Severus in their bed before the new school year started.
Even Dobby was unable to assist them; his only information being that Severus was taking all his meals in his rooms and was now pacing in his quarters, rather than stalking the hallways and corridors of Hogwarts. Harry finally had to take him off of Severus watching when the elf had decided he was a failure to Harry and had taken to wailing and running into the nearest wall whenever Harry was close by.
Harry and Draco had gone up to the library for a change of scenery and to do some serious plotting on how to get the elusive Potions Master out of his quarters and into their bed. Even though Madame Pince was on her holiday, they still found themselves speaking in hushed tones.
“First of all we have to get him out of his quarters,” Harry said, pulling some parchment and a quill from his bag. He wrote at the top, in large letters, The Seduction of Severus.
Draco rolled his eyes, reaching for the quill, “Circe’s tits Potter! Why not just take out a full page advert in the Prophet? Must you be such a Neanderthal?”
Harry smirked and slid down a bit in his seat, toeing off his shoe, “I thought you liked it when I was a bit of a Neanderthal? Or was that all talk?” He slowly slid his sock-covered foot up Draco’s leg, resting it in the vee between his legs and lightly covering his prick with his foot.
“Potter...” Draco warned. “Don’t start something you don’t plan on finishing.”
“Oh I fully intend to finish what I start, Malfoy,” Harry replied, his voice full of desire. He ran a toe along the outline of Draco’s straining cock.
Draco moaned softly and pulled back, out of Harry’s reach. “We need to work on our plan. We’ve only a few weeks left and I, for one, want to enjoy more than a day or two together.”
Harry shrugged, placing his foot back on the floor. “How exactly do you think we should go about this? We’ve put ourselves on display for him; you’d think he would have caught on by now, don’t you?”
Draco paused, deep in thought, before crying out, “That’s it! How could we have been so daft? We’ve been going about this the wrong way. Severus thinks we are doing this to show off, not to try to convince him to join us. We need to figure out a way to let him know we both want him.”
“And just how do you propose we do that, huh? I’m pretty sure that my walking up to him and saying Hey Sev, your voice makes me want to drop trou and bend over, fancy a shag? will only get me hexed,” Harry said angrily.
“Again, Neanderthal man, a bit of tact if you will. When playing with snakes, you must proceed with caution. Where is that parchment? Let’s list the things about Severus that turn us on and then we can decide how to prove to him that we want him.”
Harry closed his eyes and imagined Severus in his mind. “I love the sound of his voice. It feels like silk against my skin and it doesn’t matter what he is saying, my cock jumps right to attention,” he said, as Draco started the list.
“For me, it’s those long fingers. I imagine them wrapped around my prick, stroking me as I grow harder in his hand, brushing my foreskin back and forth, his thumb sliding across the tip as he pumps, faster and faster,” Draco’s hips raising up as he spoke.
Harry moved his foot back onto Draco’s cock and pressed down, garnering a moan from his mate. He slid his foot up and down against Draco, enjoying the mewling sounds that Draco was making.
“Fuck this,” Harry murmured, dropping to the floor and crawling under the table and over to Draco. He reached up, sliding Draco’s robes to the side, unfastened the button on his trousers and pulled the zip down.
Draco opened his legs a bit wider, scooted the chair out from the table and slid down in his seat, stretching out his legs to give Harry more room.
Harry reached in and wrapped his fingers around Draco’s throbbing prick, gently pulling it from the confines of his boxers. He licked the tip and ran his tongue around the top, pausing to dip his tongue in the slit to capture the moisture building there. As he pulled Draco’s cock into his mouth, a flicker to his side, caught his attention. He shifted his eyes to the side and caught a glimpse of a tall, thin shadow. He ran his teeth, a bit roughly, along the underside of Draco’s prick to get his attention.
“Shite Potter, mind your teeth,” Draco spat, looking down at Harry.
Harry never lost his up and down rhythm as he moved his eyes quickly to the side, in an attempt to get Draco to look towards the stacks. Frustrated with Draco’s failure to understand, Harry pulled off and quickly mouthed Snape and gave a nod in the direction of the shadow.
As Harry pulled Draco’s prick back into the warm cavern of his mouth, Draco chanced a quick glance towards the darkened rows of books. He saw the shadow move and moaned, nodding his agreement to Harry.
Never one to pass up an opportunity, Draco tugged at Harry’s arms, until he raised him up and began peppering his face with kisses, at the same time — whispering for Harry to go along with him.
Draco began to nuzzle Harry right below his ear, all the while actually filling him in on his idea.
“Oh gods yes, Draco,” Harry moaned and wrapped his hand around Draco’s swollen prick. “I’ll bet you wish this was Severus’s hand holding you, stroking you. You’d love to feel his long, slender fingers as they slid up and down your shaft.”
Draco unbuttoned Harry’s robes and shirt, and then pushed the clothing off his shoulders, whimpering when Harry released his prick to shrug off the restrictive cloth. He latched onto one of Harry’s nipples. “And I’m sure you’d much rather be hearing his voice. Would he make you come just from talking to you? I think he could.” Draco’s voice was husky and full of promise.
Harry licked and nipped at Draco’s neck. “If you were Severus, I’d lick every bit of that delightful skin. I’d find every spot on him that makes him shiver and I’d spend a lifetime worshiping him.”
“A bit much, don’t you think?” Draco hissed in his ear.
In response, Harry grabbed hold of Draco’s cock and gave a tug before slowly sliding his hand up and down. He nibbled on Draco's ear, murmuring softly. "You did say we had to up the ante, did you not?"
Draco hummed and leaned his head against Harry's shoulder. "You still must treat the head snake with a little subtly. He's moved to the stacks next to the Herbology books. Break to the left on my signal and I'll head right. We'll cut him off before he can escape."
Harry whimpered as Draco's tongue slithered across his shoulder and nodded. He placed one last sucking kiss to Draco's Adam's apple and they separated, still calling out the filthy promises to one another.
"Potter, I can see your mouth wrapped around Severus's prick as he fucks your face, his long fingers clutched tightly in your hair. You are beautiful on your knees in front of him, in your submission to him as I ready your arse for me." Harry moaned and peeked around the shelf, seeing Severus's back. "Merlin Draco," he breathed. "So much for subtlety." He ducked back behind the books as Snape turned, the cat and mouse game heating up as they moved through the library.
Severus frowned. Potter's and Draco's voices seemed to echo of the walls as if they had moved. Had he been caught? He looked around, searching for them then ducked between the stacks.
Harry looked again and moved, closing in on Snape as Snape moved to another row. "I can see him… reaching across me to grab you by your hair, pulling you close forcibly, making you slam into me and biting at your mouth with his teeth. His kiss is as bruising as his words."
'Merlin, they were filthy little sods, weren't they?' Severus thought as he continued to listen to them, his hand straying to his prick once more, taking in everything they said and losing himself in their fantasies.
Draco groaned; Harry knew he loved to have his hair pulled and now Snape did as well. And Harry loved rough sex as much as he did. Damn Gryffindor, he was giving away too much too soon. However, he was close and their prey was in sight. He could see Harry just on the other side of Severus.
Severus looked up just then, his eyes wide suddenly as they stepped up to him, pressing in on him. "Unhand me!"
Draco ran one hand across Severus's chest to catch Harry's. "I don't think so, Severus. You've been caught and must pay the penalties." He slid their hands down his stomach, eyes widening in surprise as he found the buttons of Severus's robes open.
Harry sucked in a breath and looked up at Snape then across to Draco. He closed his eyes and rubbed against Snape's side. "He was watching us; wanking over us. Merlin, it </i>was</i> working. Draco, you are brilliant."
Draco blinked at Severus and grinned as he wrapped his and Harry's hand around Severus's respectable length. "I didn't agree to this," Severus snarled then moaned as his eyes fluttered shut.
"We are joining though." Draco murmured, "I know you're a gambling man, Severus." He leaned in and licked Severus's neck. "Just consider it recompense from when we prevented you from brewing a few weeks ago."
Harry hummed. "Yes, at least we didn't do it on your desk. That was Draco's first idea." He untangled his fingers from Draco's to cup Severus's sac, combing the coarse curls lightly.
Gambling?Severus sucked in a breath and opened his eyes, looking at Draco for a moment then narrowing them as a malicious grin curled his lips. "My desk, Mister Malfoy?"
Harry whimpered as Severus's voice flowed over him, soft and malignant sounding. He looked over at Draco and grinned. "You're in trouble now."
Severus turned his look on Harry and shook his head slowly. "He isn't the only one, Mister Potter," he purred softly.
Draco and Harry both shuddered, staring up at Severus, awaiting his judgement as their hands slowly fell away. "Gentlemen, I believe that I will take you up on your offer. However, I think I now hold all the aces and am in control of the table."
He eyed them, lifted his arm and pointed to the large wingback chair in the corner. "Strip. Mister Malfoy in the chair, Mister Potter to the left of it. Now."
Draco and Harry scrambled to follow the softly spoken orders and Severus watched them, amused, as he followed, enjoying the scene from behind.
Slowly unbuttoning the rest of his robe, Severus slid it from his shoulders and draped it across one of the tables as Harry's and Draco's clothing landed in piles on the floor.
"We'll discuss your untidy habits later," Severus drawled as he stepped up behind Draco and threaded his fingers into his hair, tilting his head back and bending to press their mouths together.
Harry sucked in a breath, watching the two men bite and kiss at each other's lips. He reached down and wrapped his hand around his prick, slowly stroking it and moaning softly.
Severus arched an eyebrow and broke apart from Draco, leaving him panting slightly as he slumped in the chair. He crooked a finger at Harry. "Come here, Mister Potter. I know no Gryffindor could have plotted this out all on his own. But I know you must have spurred the snake into action."
Draco chuckled and shook his head, watching Harry saunter over to Severus.
Severus wrapped his arm around Harry's waist and pulled him flush against his body. "Therefore an equal punishment must be dealt out to both." He bent his head and smashed his mouth to Harry's as well.
Draco licked his lips as he watched them, reaching out to run his hands down both of their thighs greedily.
Severus eased back from Harry and smirked at the dazed expression on Potter's face, then gave him a slight push back to the other side of the chair. He turned, facing Draco, and drew his wand from his robes then traced the tip of the ebony wood down the younger man's chest.
"On your knees, Mister Malfoy, facing Mister Potter. I'm certain you can deduce what is expected of you."
Draco nodded and turned in the chair, reaching up to grab at Harry's hips, pulling him closer. He nuzzled Harry's prick and licked the tip as Harry pressed his hips forward.
Harry dropped his head to watch Draco, his eyes still watching Snape as the other man walked around the chair and positioned himself behind Draco.
Severus drew his wand down Draco's back and Draco moaned as he continued to lick at Harry's prick. He took the head into his mouth, arching his back and pushing his arse out toward Severus.
Severus grinned and shook his head. "Too much time with the Gryffindor, Draco, has diminished your capacity for the understated." He tapped his wand against Draco's hip then thrust two fingers into Draco's arse.
Draco groaned and Harry's prick fell from his mouth as he dropped his head. He pushed back on to Severus's fingers, his own hands digging into Harry's hips.
Harry sucked in a breath as Draco's fingernails clawed at him. He thrust forward, his prick straining in the air, the tip damp from Draco's mouth. "Oh gods…" his eyes closed as he hissed and reached out to steady himself on the back of the chair.
Severus smiled as he watched them, memorizing the image in his mind as he eased his fingers out of Draco and pressed them forward again. Pointing his wand at his prick, he silently cast a lubrication charm, and then dropped his wand, placing his hand on Draco's hip as he drew his fingers back once more.
Stepping closer, Severus wrapped his other hand around his cock and rubbed it against Draco's hole, pressing against the opening and easing just the head of his prick past the tight ring of muscles.
Draco groaned and moved back to meet Severus, his hands pulling Harry with him.
Severus looked up from what he was doing just for a moment then grinned. "Mister Potter… Harry."
Harry gasped and dug his feet into the floor, hanging on to the chair as he looked up at Severus, eyes wide with shock as he heard his name in that voice fall from that mouth.
He watched Severus's hand reach forward and slid into Draco's hair, the long fingers gliding through the gossamer strands then clutching them tightly. Severus's lips pulled back into a satisfied smile as he shoved his hips forward once more, sinking balls deep into Draco and pulled his head up at the same time.
Draco howled in painful pleasure, his eyes glazed over with lust as he looked up at Harry. He swallowed hard and licked his lips, flexing his fingers on Harry's skin as Severus relaxed his fingers in Draco's hair.
Draco sighed and sucked Harry's prick into his mouth moaning around the firm length. He closed his eyes and waited on them, his hand stroking Harry's thigh gently as if to reassure him he was all right.
Harry looked up at Severus, swallowing hard. Severus smirked at him. "It's time to settle with the house, Mister Potter," he rasped softly, his voice hoarse with restraint. "All bets are on the table and we shall enjoy the rewards of your game now."
Harry chuckled slightly as Draco groaned around his prick once more. "If you don't put any in the pot, there won't be any to take out."
Severus arched an eyebrow and nodded. "So you can be taught. Well done, Mister Potter. Let's teach this Slytherin our lesson then, shall we?" He eased his hips back slowly then thrust forward hard.
Draco moaned around Harry's prick, looking up at him and nodding. He opened his mouth a little wider, giving Harry leeway to fuck his mouth.
Harry reached down and slid his fingers into Draco's hair on top of Severus's and thrust forward, groaning as his cock slipped down into Draco's throat.
Severus wrapped his fingers over Harry's and grunted as he braced his feet and dug his fingers into Draco's hip, pulling back on him as he thrust forward again. He watched Harry through lidded eyes as he fucked Draco hard.
Harry panted, snapping his hips forward into Draco's mouth, saliva running down Draco's lips and chin, slicking the way for him. He sucked in a breath as he felt his orgasm drawing nearer.
Draco closed his eyes as they used him and used him well. He revelled in the thrusts and groaned for Harry, arching his back for Severus. He nearly screamed as he felt Severus's hand leave his hip and those long fingers wrap around his prick.
That scorching touch, the hard pounding in his arse repeatedly grazing over his prostate nearly sent him spiralling over the edge. He was just about to pull away when he felt the first taste of Harry's release across his tongue and he moaned again, waiting for the rest of it. He swallowed and was rewarded with the first quick bursts as his own release was pulled from his body by Severus's hands.
Severus watched the flush spread across Harry's chest as Draco's arse tightened around his prick. Harry curled over Draco and he thrust once, twice more, grunting out his orgasm, and slumped forward onto the two men as well, panting harshly.
Draco groaned, crushed under their weight. Harry muttered something he couldn't understand and pressed a hand to his side, caressing his skin. Severus stood up, moving off them both, and then slid down to the floor gracelessly.
Harry followed him, sprawling down on the floor and Draco stretched out his arms and legs as well, sucking in a breath and chuckling softly. "I take it, gentlemen, that that was a successful 'fold'.
Harry shook his head, laughing softly as Severus snorted. "For this round, Draco. The next, I assure you will take place in a more comfortable setting."