A Birthday Surprise by FaeryQueen07 Title: A Birthday Surprise Author: FaeryQueen07 Pairing: Severus/Harry/Lucius Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 2.3k Warnings: Threesome, double penetration, mpreg, fluff A/N:Thanks to shoebox for the beta work! Happy birthday, WhiteCotton!
“Oh gods, Severus, please...” Harry groaned under the onslaught of kisses, wondering why it was he felt like he hadn’t been touched by him in so long.
‘That’s right, because they banned sex until all my uni finals were done. Bastards.’
Severus paused mid thrust to brush his hair out of his eyes, cursing his lack of forethought. The sound of the door opening and closing made his lips curl up in an almost sinister smile and he crushed his mouth down over Harry’s once more as he rolled them over.
“What are you waiting for, Lucius?” Severus called out and Harry twisted around to look for his missing lover, careful not to dislodge himself from Severus’ cock.
“Why am I not surprised that you two did not wait for me?” Lucius glared at them, eyes trailing over Harry’s sweat-glistened skin. “You look lovely as ever, Harry,” he murmured appreciatively.
Lucius stripped as he walked, unmindful of where his clothes landed. Not wanting to waste a moment, he plucked the jar of special lubricant from Severus’ outstretched hand and used it to coat himself thoroughly. Scooping up an extra dollop on his fingers, he pressed a kiss to the back of Harry’s neck and then pushed him down flat against Severus.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this, Harry?”
“Yeessss.” The sibilant word made both Lucius and Severus shudder.
“Do that again, Harry, and the fun will end before it’s even begun.” He chuckled at Harry’s soft whine.
“How many fingers, Harry?” Severus demanded, his voice a delicious, rumbling purr that made Harry’s toes curl and Lucius shiver.
“Fuck fingers. In. Me. Now.” Harry growled when Lucius didn’t immediately comply.
Silver eyes caught black over a tanned shoulder and Lucius gave Severus a concerned look. “It’s been several months, Harry,” he said finally. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Lucius settled for three fingers and set to work stretching the softened ring. He grinned at Severus’ gasp and twisted his fingers so that he could stroke his hard length.
“Keep that up, Lucius, and I won’t continue to wait for you.”
“Tsk, tsk. So impatient. And here I was, trying to be kind for once.”
Pulling his fingers free, Lucius lined himself up alongside Severus and began to slowly push himself in. It was almost painfully tight, but once again, the ever-brilliant Severus had made sure to brew a lubricant with numbing agents. Though it lowered sensitivity a bit, it also softened the burn of such a merging.
Only when he was fully seated did Lucius let out the breath he had been holding. Once hand continually rubbing up and down Harry’s back, he leaned back just enough to be sure there wasn’t any real tearing – Harry would need a light healing balm afterwards, but nothing they weren’t prepared for, then leaned forwards and bit the back of his neck.
Harry let out a startled shout that slowly melted into a moan as Severus and Lucius began to move, their thrust timed so that one was pushing in as the other was withdrawing. Harry, unable to do more than writhe against Severus, clutched desperately at the sheets by Severus’ head.
For four weeks Harry had been forced into celibacy, aware that his two lovers were still engaging in all manner of lewd acts without him. Out of sheer petulance, Harry had held out an additional week, spending his time celebrating the end of classes with his uni friends, instead. It had taken only two days for Severus to begin trying to seduce Harry back between the sheets. Lucius, the greedy bastard that he was, had been content to be the center of Severus’ attention and had only encouraged Harry’s late-night partying.
Harry knew there had been a reason for this self-inflicted celibacy, but for the life of him, he couldn’t recall it. All he could do was feel and oh how good it felt to feel them like this again. It was rare for Severus to allow double penetration, especially after their first foray, but Harry loved it.
“Fuck, Lucius,” Harry snarled. “I’m not going to break, so either fuck me properly or get out.”
“Harry.” Severus’ tone was warning, but the quick tilt of his head was his acquiescence.
The grip on Harry’s hips became unforgivable as Lucius began to thrust harder. It was a strain for Severus to match the rhythm and his brows knit together as he pulled Harry closer. He wanted to touch Lucius, to run his fingers through the fine, silvery-blond curtain of hair, but it was too much to ask. Already, he could feel the buildup of his orgasm and Severus knew he wouldn’t be able to hold it back for long.
“Harry.”
It was part needy whine and part lustful groan that escaped Severus’ lips and it tasted like bitter chocolate and rum in Harry’s mouth as he leaned over to steal a kiss. The subtle shift brought his prostate in direct contact with Severus’ cock and Harry jolted, letting out a startle gasp. All at once he was falling, tumbling head first over the edge into a chasm of bright lights and burning pleasure. His scream was captured by skilled lips but he was too far gone to figure out who they belonged to.
It had been too long since their last union and as Lucius began move faster, Harry went slack. Severus froze, his orgasm ripped from him by the aftershocks that kept Harry’s body clenching down around him reflexively. Then Lucius was coming hard, grunting with the effort, his eyes closed in bliss.
Lucius would have liked for a slow come down, but no sooner had he withdrawn from the warm, tight heat than Severus was shoving him away. When he realized why, Lucius began to laugh.
“It’s been a while, but surely you haven’t forgotten Harry’s propensity for passing out after orgasm. Let him recuperate; he’s fine.”
Severus glared but relented and pulled out carefully. He winced when he saw the mess they’d made but ignored it in favor of laying Harry down carefully. Lucius sniffed and reached for his wand, banishing the stickiness that covered them before lying down on Harry’s other side.
“Indeed, I had not, but this time seemed a bit more... intense than previous instances. I was simply taken aback.”
Lucius yawned and reached for the quilt, pulling it over them. “I think I’ll take this time to get some rest. He’s hardly going to stop after just once, seeing as how you laid down the no-sex rule during final exams.”
“It was for the best,” Severus replied, closing his eyes and pulling Harry close to his chest. “And it was twice, not once,” he added, a smirk tugging at his features.
~ * ~
Nine months later...
Lucius rolled his eyes as Severus began to pace, every so often stopping to stare at the clock. Taking a long sip of his rather expensive brandy, Lucius huffed out a sigh.
“You won’t make time pass any quicker, you know.”
Severus turned to glare at him. “Of course I know that you idiot. I’m only-”
He stopped speaking the moment WhiteCotton wandered out of the bedroom, face deceptively calm. Without pausing to even look at the two men, she headed for the kitchen where they could hear her banging about, returning with a large mug of hot water and a packet of herbal tea. She winked at Severus before slipping back into the master suite, shutting the door firmly behind her.
“I don’t see why I can’t be in there,” Severus grumbled, resuming his pacing with a vengeance.
Rubbing a hand over his eyes, Lucius replied, “Because you become so overly anxious it was affecting everyone, including Harry. Really, Severus, he’s got enough to deal with as it is.”
The door opened again, this time Draco’s head poking out.
“Father, could you fetch the blankets?”
“You’ll have them in a moment, Draco.”
“Thank you.” Draco blatantly avoided making eye contact with Severus as he ducked back into the room.
“I cannot believe that your son whom Harry hated while attending school is allowed in there. This is ridiculous.”
“What is ridiculous, Severus, is the fact that you’re yelling at a time like this. Besides, you know that despite his youth, Draco is one of the top medi-wizards specializing in male pregnancy,” Lucius said as he stood and disappeared from the room, going off in search of the requested blankets.
The distinct lack of sound coming from the bedroom was enough to tell Severus that Draco had seen fit to erect a silencing bubble. That he couldn’t hear Harry, hear if he was in pain – or worse, dying – terrified Severus in a way he hadn’t felt since the night he’d realized the Dark Lord intended to kill Lily Evans. Not even in the face of his own death had he felt this way.
Severus jumped as a hand came down on the back of his neck, long, slender fingers slowly working out the tension. He let out a sigh and leaned back against Lucius’ chest, thankful for the support.
“I just don’t know what I would do if anything happened to him. After everything we had to overcome...”
“Mm. He’s strong, Severus, but he gets that strength from you. From us. Put on a brave face, lock down your anxiety and let’s go back in there. While you were lost in thought I spoke with Draco and he says it’s about time.”
Severus felt the blood drain from his face. “He’s going to be cut open...”
“Yes, and he won’t let you forget it for months, either. You’ll be catering to his every whim soon enough.”
Nodding, Severus smoothed his hands down the front of his robes and strode purposefully towards the bedroom door. He paused when his hand touched the handle, glancing over his shoulder at Lucius.
“And how are you so calm? You do realize he’s giving birth to your child as well, don’t you?”
Lucius’ face split in a wide grin. “Indeed. However, I saw fit to procure a calming draught or two from your supplies before this began.”
Severus glared. “And you were drinking on top of that? Merlin help us all.”
~ * ~
Harry winced as he shifted on the bed, biting back a smile when Severus appeared at his side, his daughter tucked securely in the crook of his arm.
“Here, let me help you sit up.”
From his seat in the corner, Lucius let out a snort. “Maybe you should spoon-feed him, too, while you’re at it,” he sniped. His grey eyes grew warmer as he glanced down at the tiny little girl cradled in his arms. “Well done, Harry,” he murmured. “She’s beautiful.”
“We need-” Harry was cut off by the door opening.
Draco stepped into the room, this time dressed in impeccable slacks and a white button-down shirt rather than his medi-wizard robes. Ignoring his father’s protests, he scooped up his baby sister and moved to Harry’s bed, taking a seat at the foot of it.
“Have you chosen the names, yet?” It was unclear to whom Draco was speaking as he refused to take his eyes off the little girl.
“Yes,” Severus said, replying before Harry could even open his mouth. “Imogene.”
Draco wrinkled his nose but Harry only smiled fondly.
“And my sister’s name?” Draco asked icily. The expression on his face forbade Lucius from even joking.
“Lucy!” Harry blurted out the name, blushing slightly when Lucius glanced over at him. “Well, she looks just like you but I had an awful time trying to come up with a feminine version of Draco,” he defended.
“Lucy it is,” Lucius agreed with a smile.
Draco huffed and handed Lucy to Harry when she began to fuss. WhiteCotton appeared within seconds, a bottle in hand.
“You’ll want to feed them at the same time if you’re to get any rest, Harry,” she cautioned, handing the second bottle to Severus. “And don’t let them off the hook with the feedings. Up until now, you’ve done all the work. It’s high time you made Lucius get his hands dirty.”
“As if I would be afraid of a tiny baby. I think not.” Lucius sniffed haughtily, but backed away quickly when Harry attempted to hand Lucy over to him.
WhiteCotton’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Don’t think I won’t be checking up on you, Lucius Malfoy. Not only are you practically high on calming draughts, I know for a fact you didn’t change a single diaper when Draco was a baby.” She smirked. “I’ve already spoken with your ex-wife, so don’t bother trying to lie, either.”
Not wanting an argument to break out, Draco stepped in. “Well, we’ll leave you to it, then. I’ve got to get home to Astoria and Scorpius and the ladies in the Lounge are waiting to hear back from WhiteCotton. I’ll be back tomorrow to check on Harry and the babies and then again in a few weeks.”
Draco wasted no time making his exit while took the time to brush a kiss over Harry’s cheek and the soft downy heads. Lucius had finally sat down on Harry’s right and Severus was on his left, Imogene sucking hungrily from the bottle. WhiteCotton grinned as she shut the door. Already she could imagine the celebration that would be happening in the Lounge.
“I don’t think I could have had a better birthday present than this,” she smirked.