the coffee made me do it! *loves coffee*
Title: Fall Away
Author: Maayan(mayushi)
Rated: NC 17
Pairing: Draco/Harry/Seamus
Warning: light bdsm. Also a corset.
A/N: For Prompt #73 on slash_100- Threesome
"Ugh," Harry grunts, struggling to breathe against the constriction on his lungs.
"Shut up, Potter, and stay still," Draco growls from behind him, and pulls the strings with vicious glee. "Don't lose your breath."
It's always a bit difficult for Harry to obey orders, but this time it is simply impossible, because Seamus leans down and kisses him hungrily, his hips moving against Harry's stomach, probably teasing the smaller boy's bound cock in the process. It is vicious and magnificent, and Draco tugs harder, pulling the ends of the green corset even closer together. He hears Harry groan as he ties the knot at the small of the brunet's back and steps back to admire the view.
The green corset presses around Harry's upper body, narrowing his waist and accentuating his hips, giving him an almost feminine figure. Merlin knows he is small enough to be feminine, and his muscles are sinewy and long, like those of a runner, or a swimmer - or a Quidditch player. His small hands are clutching Seamus' blond hair tightly as he clings to the taller blonde, ass clenching as he resists the urge to thrust against him, perfect globes begging to be smacked.
Draco doesn't have any reason to curb his enthusiasm; he gives in to his own urge, slapping Harry's ass sharply and making the Gryffindor gasp.
"Fucking hell, Potter," he says, petting one pinked cheek. "You're bloody gorgeous."
Seamus turns Harry around, apparently more than content to thrust against Harry's laced back as he holds their lover up for inspection. "What do you think, Draco? Isn't he beautiful?"
And oh, he is indeed. Potter's skin is flushed, both from the pressure on his chest and the embarrassment of being surveyed. His cock stands proudly against the silk corset, and his eyes are bright with barely restrained passion as he looks up at Draco. Draco steps forward, running a teasing finger up Harry's cock before circling the tip lazily. Harry's bright eyes clench shut and his hands moves back to grab Seamus' thighs for support. He is not allowed to touch Draco without permission, and he knows it.
"How do you feel, Harry?" Draco purrs, still teasing the smaller boy's cock delicately.
"B-breathless," Harry gasps when Draco's hand wraps his cock fully. "Hot. A-and-ugh-"
"Dirty?" Draco suggests, smiling when Harry nods, face flaming. "What do you say, Finnigan? Should we fuck him?"
"I think I want a taste, first," Seamus counters. He pushes Harry toward Draco's desk and makes him bend over it.
"Hold on to the edges, Harry," he says, running his hand up Harry's flank as if he is a prized stallion, tanned hands caressing flushed skin and silk. Harry quickly moves to obey, pushing up on his toes to reach the other end. "Don't let go."
Draco watches Seamus' tongue lick a path down one buttock, making Harry quiver and moan in anticipation. There is perverse satisfaction to be had in this - not the fact that they are fucking Harry Potter, that he is fucking Harry Potter, but the fact that Harry comes to Draco because he needs it. His need to lose control had been established many nights ago, back when Draco had first slammed him against the wall of a disused storeroom. He needed to lose control without risking the end of the world. He needs someone to take care of him in ways that Weasley and Granger never could because they are his best friends and would never, ever treat him like this. Would never demand obedience, would never push him to the end of his rope and let him dangle there until he regains his self-control. It is this need to relinquish that tight control of his life, of every move and word and spell, that makes him need what Draco - and occasionally people like Seamus Finnigan, when Draco is in the mood for sharing - are willing to give. The knowledge that he will be properly taken care of, the knowledge that he can let the world fall away and come back to it once he's whole again, because there's someone to hold it for him.
Draco cannot give it to him all the time, no one can. There are some unpleasant duties that come hand-in-hand with his status as the Boy Who Lived that no one can relieve him from. Other matters, like his relationship with his friends or his relatives or Quidditch, that he does not want to deal with, even though he sometimes needs an intervention. But in here, in this room, or everywhere else Draco chooses to meet, he's not the Boy Who Lived, nor is he the Chosen One; just Harry.
Harry is sweating by the time Draco's thoughts come back to earthly matters, moaning beneath the other blond, his muscles trembling with the effort of keeping still as that talented tongue fucks his arse. His breathing is short and quick, restrained by tension and the lovely, lovely corset. Unable to keep away any longer, Draco reaches over, grabbing Seamus by the hair and pulling him up. Harry's cry of loss echoes in the room as he kisses the taller boy, moving him around while he did and positioning himself between Harry's spread thighs.
Draco pulls back from the taller Gryffindor to plant a wet kiss on Harry's left buttock. He hears Seamus murmur a lubrication spell and thrusts forward, pushing into Harry in one smooth stroke.
Harry cries out and starts squirming, as if trying to escape the invasion. Seamus' tongue obviously hadn't been enough preparation because he can feel Harry's ass snugly enveloping him with unusual tightness. Not that he'd believed it would be enough, but it was a part of their sessions and life in general that Harry has yet to accept, and it is Draco's responsibility to teach him.
"Shh, shhhh," he murmurs softly, leaning forward to cover Harry's trembling body with his own, sliding in further and eliciting pained shouts from Harry. Good thing they'd cast a proper Silencing charm. "Calm down, Harry. Take me in."
Seamus moves forward to straddle the desk, pulling Harry's head into his lap. Draco watches in avid fascination as that cock slides into Harry's mouth until the Gryffindor's nose is buried in golden curls, lips stretched and reddened and tightening around Seamus' cock as he sucks desperately.
"Good boy." Draco praises, and notes that Harry is flushing even further as he gives his silent thanks to whoever was listening for Seamus' observation skills. He starts moving, pulling out almost all the way and slamming back into Harry in a swift, vicious thrust. Harry's muffled cries only make him move faster and, hips moving back and forth ceaselessly, he bites the back of Harry's neck.
Draco moves like that for a couple of minutes, until Harry's muffled cries cease completely. Then he changes the angle a little and thrusts forward again, rewarded when Harry's body jerks and convulses around him and Seamus yelps on the other side of the table, tanned hands delving into Harry's hair and holding him still as his dorm mate fucks his mouth.
Seamus lets out a loud, pleased groan and shudders as Draco fucks. He can feel Harry straining beneath him, but the corset is too tight to let him do anything but make little swallows. Draco picks up the pace, jerking Harry's whole body back and forth, and Harry is squirming against him, grinding against the table to relieve the pressure and back against Draco, making little mewling noises that drive Draco mad. He grabs Harry's hips in both hands, pulling them away from the table and Harry whimpers at the loss of friction only to cry out as Draco's hand wraps around his cock.
"Oh god, o-oh, please, Draco," Harry pleads when Draco's hand merely holds him there, and Draco trails his other hand up the corset to twist a nipple viciously. Seamus, already fully dressed, steps forward, applying his lips to Harry's other nipple and Harry shouts, small palms grasping both of Draco's forearms. "God, oh God, harder, please..."
He looks down, and sees Seamus grinning up at him around Harry's nipple. He releases it and moves to wrap his lips around the flushed head, and Draco jerks Harry's cock once, twice, and the other boy comes with an agonized shout. The fluttering muscles around Draco's cock tighten and squeeze and send Draco over the edge with a cry of his own.
They collapse on the floor, Draco's body covering Harry's completely. Harry lets out a few rasping breaths, laying his cheek against the floor and Draco notices a long trail of Seamus' pearly cum escaped his lips, before. He licks Harry's face clean and Harry squirms beneath him, but makes no effort to escape.
From the corner of his eye, Draco watches Finnigan excuse himself and leave the room. He will come back to wake them up for breakfast, Draco is confident of that.
He drops a long kiss on Harry's back, right between the shoulder blades, and pulls out, ignoring Harry's cry of loss. Pulls Harry back to his feet and leads him to the bed. They lay down next to each other, and Draco pulls Harry to rest on his chest, tracing the string that binds the corset together possessively. Tomorrow Harry will be whole again, but for now he's nothing if not Draco's.
When Harry finally settles against him Draco pulls up the covers around them, and presses a kiss to Harry's temple.
"Draco?" Harry asks after awhile. "What should I do with... it?"
Draco knows what Harry means, and a nasty smile spreads across his face when he replies. "Make sure to wear it for breakfast, too."
Author: Maayan(mayushi)
Rated: NC 17
Pairing: Draco/Harry/Seamus
Warning: light bdsm. Also a corset.
A/N: For Prompt #73 on slash_100- Threesome
"Ugh," Harry grunts, struggling to breathe against the constriction on his lungs.
"Shut up, Potter, and stay still," Draco growls from behind him, and pulls the strings with vicious glee. "Don't lose your breath."
It's always a bit difficult for Harry to obey orders, but this time it is simply impossible, because Seamus leans down and kisses him hungrily, his hips moving against Harry's stomach, probably teasing the smaller boy's bound cock in the process. It is vicious and magnificent, and Draco tugs harder, pulling the ends of the green corset even closer together. He hears Harry groan as he ties the knot at the small of the brunet's back and steps back to admire the view.
The green corset presses around Harry's upper body, narrowing his waist and accentuating his hips, giving him an almost feminine figure. Merlin knows he is small enough to be feminine, and his muscles are sinewy and long, like those of a runner, or a swimmer - or a Quidditch player. His small hands are clutching Seamus' blond hair tightly as he clings to the taller blonde, ass clenching as he resists the urge to thrust against him, perfect globes begging to be smacked.
Draco doesn't have any reason to curb his enthusiasm; he gives in to his own urge, slapping Harry's ass sharply and making the Gryffindor gasp.
"Fucking hell, Potter," he says, petting one pinked cheek. "You're bloody gorgeous."
Seamus turns Harry around, apparently more than content to thrust against Harry's laced back as he holds their lover up for inspection. "What do you think, Draco? Isn't he beautiful?"
And oh, he is indeed. Potter's skin is flushed, both from the pressure on his chest and the embarrassment of being surveyed. His cock stands proudly against the silk corset, and his eyes are bright with barely restrained passion as he looks up at Draco. Draco steps forward, running a teasing finger up Harry's cock before circling the tip lazily. Harry's bright eyes clench shut and his hands moves back to grab Seamus' thighs for support. He is not allowed to touch Draco without permission, and he knows it.
"How do you feel, Harry?" Draco purrs, still teasing the smaller boy's cock delicately.
"B-breathless," Harry gasps when Draco's hand wraps his cock fully. "Hot. A-and-ugh-"
"Dirty?" Draco suggests, smiling when Harry nods, face flaming. "What do you say, Finnigan? Should we fuck him?"
"I think I want a taste, first," Seamus counters. He pushes Harry toward Draco's desk and makes him bend over it.
"Hold on to the edges, Harry," he says, running his hand up Harry's flank as if he is a prized stallion, tanned hands caressing flushed skin and silk. Harry quickly moves to obey, pushing up on his toes to reach the other end. "Don't let go."
Draco watches Seamus' tongue lick a path down one buttock, making Harry quiver and moan in anticipation. There is perverse satisfaction to be had in this - not the fact that they are fucking Harry Potter, that he is fucking Harry Potter, but the fact that Harry comes to Draco because he needs it. His need to lose control had been established many nights ago, back when Draco had first slammed him against the wall of a disused storeroom. He needed to lose control without risking the end of the world. He needs someone to take care of him in ways that Weasley and Granger never could because they are his best friends and would never, ever treat him like this. Would never demand obedience, would never push him to the end of his rope and let him dangle there until he regains his self-control. It is this need to relinquish that tight control of his life, of every move and word and spell, that makes him need what Draco - and occasionally people like Seamus Finnigan, when Draco is in the mood for sharing - are willing to give. The knowledge that he will be properly taken care of, the knowledge that he can let the world fall away and come back to it once he's whole again, because there's someone to hold it for him.
Draco cannot give it to him all the time, no one can. There are some unpleasant duties that come hand-in-hand with his status as the Boy Who Lived that no one can relieve him from. Other matters, like his relationship with his friends or his relatives or Quidditch, that he does not want to deal with, even though he sometimes needs an intervention. But in here, in this room, or everywhere else Draco chooses to meet, he's not the Boy Who Lived, nor is he the Chosen One; just Harry.
Harry is sweating by the time Draco's thoughts come back to earthly matters, moaning beneath the other blond, his muscles trembling with the effort of keeping still as that talented tongue fucks his arse. His breathing is short and quick, restrained by tension and the lovely, lovely corset. Unable to keep away any longer, Draco reaches over, grabbing Seamus by the hair and pulling him up. Harry's cry of loss echoes in the room as he kisses the taller boy, moving him around while he did and positioning himself between Harry's spread thighs.
Draco pulls back from the taller Gryffindor to plant a wet kiss on Harry's left buttock. He hears Seamus murmur a lubrication spell and thrusts forward, pushing into Harry in one smooth stroke.
Harry cries out and starts squirming, as if trying to escape the invasion. Seamus' tongue obviously hadn't been enough preparation because he can feel Harry's ass snugly enveloping him with unusual tightness. Not that he'd believed it would be enough, but it was a part of their sessions and life in general that Harry has yet to accept, and it is Draco's responsibility to teach him.
"Shh, shhhh," he murmurs softly, leaning forward to cover Harry's trembling body with his own, sliding in further and eliciting pained shouts from Harry. Good thing they'd cast a proper Silencing charm. "Calm down, Harry. Take me in."
Seamus moves forward to straddle the desk, pulling Harry's head into his lap. Draco watches in avid fascination as that cock slides into Harry's mouth until the Gryffindor's nose is buried in golden curls, lips stretched and reddened and tightening around Seamus' cock as he sucks desperately.
"Good boy." Draco praises, and notes that Harry is flushing even further as he gives his silent thanks to whoever was listening for Seamus' observation skills. He starts moving, pulling out almost all the way and slamming back into Harry in a swift, vicious thrust. Harry's muffled cries only make him move faster and, hips moving back and forth ceaselessly, he bites the back of Harry's neck.
Draco moves like that for a couple of minutes, until Harry's muffled cries cease completely. Then he changes the angle a little and thrusts forward again, rewarded when Harry's body jerks and convulses around him and Seamus yelps on the other side of the table, tanned hands delving into Harry's hair and holding him still as his dorm mate fucks his mouth.
Seamus lets out a loud, pleased groan and shudders as Draco fucks. He can feel Harry straining beneath him, but the corset is too tight to let him do anything but make little swallows. Draco picks up the pace, jerking Harry's whole body back and forth, and Harry is squirming against him, grinding against the table to relieve the pressure and back against Draco, making little mewling noises that drive Draco mad. He grabs Harry's hips in both hands, pulling them away from the table and Harry whimpers at the loss of friction only to cry out as Draco's hand wraps around his cock.
"Oh god, o-oh, please, Draco," Harry pleads when Draco's hand merely holds him there, and Draco trails his other hand up the corset to twist a nipple viciously. Seamus, already fully dressed, steps forward, applying his lips to Harry's other nipple and Harry shouts, small palms grasping both of Draco's forearms. "God, oh God, harder, please..."
He looks down, and sees Seamus grinning up at him around Harry's nipple. He releases it and moves to wrap his lips around the flushed head, and Draco jerks Harry's cock once, twice, and the other boy comes with an agonized shout. The fluttering muscles around Draco's cock tighten and squeeze and send Draco over the edge with a cry of his own.
They collapse on the floor, Draco's body covering Harry's completely. Harry lets out a few rasping breaths, laying his cheek against the floor and Draco notices a long trail of Seamus' pearly cum escaped his lips, before. He licks Harry's face clean and Harry squirms beneath him, but makes no effort to escape.
From the corner of his eye, Draco watches Finnigan excuse himself and leave the room. He will come back to wake them up for breakfast, Draco is confident of that.
He drops a long kiss on Harry's back, right between the shoulder blades, and pulls out, ignoring Harry's cry of loss. Pulls Harry back to his feet and leads him to the bed. They lay down next to each other, and Draco pulls Harry to rest on his chest, tracing the string that binds the corset together possessively. Tomorrow Harry will be whole again, but for now he's nothing if not Draco's.
When Harry finally settles against him Draco pulls up the covers around them, and presses a kiss to Harry's temple.
"Draco?" Harry asks after awhile. "What should I do with... it?"
Draco knows what Harry means, and a nasty smile spreads across his face when he replies. "Make sure to wear it for breakfast, too."