"Thoughtful" - Neville/Draco/Harry - Wanting Harry, Part 49
Title: Thoughtful
Author/Artist:
digthewriter
Character(s): Neville, Draco, Harry
Rating: NC-17
Challenge(s): prompt 420: house-elf for
neville100 + prompt 95: T H O U G H T (LESS)/(FUL) for mixandmatch100.
Word count: 100x6
Author's notes: Unbetaed. Part 49 of Wanting Harry series.
As Neville grabbed both Harry's and Draco's hands and led them to the bedroom, he chuckled to himself. At the pub, they'd decided to go to Harry's but somehow they'd put their trust in Neville's and all Apparated to Neville's flat.
Perhaps one day soon, they'd be able to do this at Harry's too.
The good thing about not being at Harry's was probably he did have house-elves that broke through his wards, and at Neville's, they would be completely alone.
When they reached Neville's bed, Neville kissed Draco, and then Harry, before he spoke. "I have to go and place a spell on the Floo. I'll be right back."
They both watched him go and once he was back in the sitting room, Neville closed the Floo and heightened the wards in his flat for anyone except any emergency owls; he didn't think there was going to be one but it was good to be safe. He collected some of the clothing they'd discarded by the sofa and returned.
The view before him made his breath catch. Naked, and under the covers, Harry rested, his back on Draco's chest as Draco simply held him. By now, they've done enough together for this to not be a novelty, however, there was something magical about watching Harry and Draco together.
Is this how he and Draco looked when Neville had polyjuiced himself to look like Harry?
Harry's glasses were on the side table so Neville knew he couldn't see Neville very clearly; but Draco's eyes were fixed on Neville's face.
"Aren't you a bit too dressed for the occasion?" Draco asked before he leaned down and kissed Harry's shoulder. "We've been waiting for you."
"How thoughtful," Neville teased. "I've only been gone for five minutes."
"And we're still waiting," replied Draco.
Neville took a tentative step towards the bed, hesitated, then removed his shirt. "Wher... where do you want me?"
"Come here, Nev," Harry reached out with his arms wide open and Neville didn't need another invitation. He relaxed into Harry's arms and started kissing him.
Harry moaned, body moulding into Neville's embrace while Draco kissed the back of Harry's neck, shoulder, and his hands reaching around to stoke Harry's cock. Neville's erection brushed Draco's hand and this time, Draco groaned.
"Love touching you both together," he gasped. "I could come again, just like this," he added, pressing himself harder against Harry.
"Touch me, Harry," Neville begged burying his face into Harry's chest.
Harry's touch was tentative at first, but it wasn't long before he had Neville moaning and writhing against him. His rhythm seemed to matched Draco's as if Harry were trying to get them both to come together.
Neville didn't know what to do with his hands so he tugged on Harry's hair with one and grabbed Draco's arse with the other. He was just so close, and as he climaxed all over Harry's hand, Harry came whimpering.
They didn't do more than what they had the first night, but it still felt different. There was a sense of security tonight Neville didn't have their first night. Neville knew after tonight, things were going to change and it was going to be a good change.
They were now heading towards a sure road to happiness. Of togetherness.
He didn't need to be worried about his future. He didn't need to doubt his love for Harry and Draco. And theirs for him. The bond they were going to form wasn't going to be so vulnerable.
"Tell me you'll both stay," he said softly.
"We're not going anywhere," they replied together.
This entry was originally posted at https://digthewriter.dreamwidth.org/732762.html. Thanks for reading
Author/Artist:
digthewriter
Character(s): Neville, Draco, Harry
Rating: NC-17
Challenge(s): prompt 420: house-elf for
neville100 + prompt 95: T H O U G H T (LESS)/(FUL) for mixandmatch100.
Word count: 100x6
Author's notes: Unbetaed. Part 49 of Wanting Harry series.
As Neville grabbed both Harry's and Draco's hands and led them to the bedroom, he chuckled to himself. At the pub, they'd decided to go to Harry's but somehow they'd put their trust in Neville's and all Apparated to Neville's flat.
Perhaps one day soon, they'd be able to do this at Harry's too.
The good thing about not being at Harry's was probably he did have house-elves that broke through his wards, and at Neville's, they would be completely alone.
When they reached Neville's bed, Neville kissed Draco, and then Harry, before he spoke. "I have to go and place a spell on the Floo. I'll be right back."
They both watched him go and once he was back in the sitting room, Neville closed the Floo and heightened the wards in his flat for anyone except any emergency owls; he didn't think there was going to be one but it was good to be safe. He collected some of the clothing they'd discarded by the sofa and returned.
The view before him made his breath catch. Naked, and under the covers, Harry rested, his back on Draco's chest as Draco simply held him. By now, they've done enough together for this to not be a novelty, however, there was something magical about watching Harry and Draco together.
Is this how he and Draco looked when Neville had polyjuiced himself to look like Harry?
Harry's glasses were on the side table so Neville knew he couldn't see Neville very clearly; but Draco's eyes were fixed on Neville's face.
"Aren't you a bit too dressed for the occasion?" Draco asked before he leaned down and kissed Harry's shoulder. "We've been waiting for you."
"How thoughtful," Neville teased. "I've only been gone for five minutes."
"And we're still waiting," replied Draco.
Neville took a tentative step towards the bed, hesitated, then removed his shirt. "Wher... where do you want me?"
"Come here, Nev," Harry reached out with his arms wide open and Neville didn't need another invitation. He relaxed into Harry's arms and started kissing him.
Harry moaned, body moulding into Neville's embrace while Draco kissed the back of Harry's neck, shoulder, and his hands reaching around to stoke Harry's cock. Neville's erection brushed Draco's hand and this time, Draco groaned.
"Love touching you both together," he gasped. "I could come again, just like this," he added, pressing himself harder against Harry.
"Touch me, Harry," Neville begged burying his face into Harry's chest.
Harry's touch was tentative at first, but it wasn't long before he had Neville moaning and writhing against him. His rhythm seemed to matched Draco's as if Harry were trying to get them both to come together.
Neville didn't know what to do with his hands so he tugged on Harry's hair with one and grabbed Draco's arse with the other. He was just so close, and as he climaxed all over Harry's hand, Harry came whimpering.
They didn't do more than what they had the first night, but it still felt different. There was a sense of security tonight Neville didn't have their first night. Neville knew after tonight, things were going to change and it was going to be a good change.
They were now heading towards a sure road to happiness. Of togetherness.
He didn't need to be worried about his future. He didn't need to doubt his love for Harry and Draco. And theirs for him. The bond they were going to form wasn't going to be so vulnerable.
"Tell me you'll both stay," he said softly.
"We're not going anywhere," they replied together.
This entry was originally posted at https://digthewriter.dreamwidth.org/732762.html. Thanks for reading