FIC: Magic in Our Veins (Albus Severus/James Sirius/Lily Luna, NC-17)
Title: Magic in Our Veins
Author: gracerene
Prompt: T2 by _melodic_
Pairing(s): Albus Severus/James Sirius/Lily Luna, mentions of past James Sirius/Lily Luna & Albus Severus/James Sirius, background Harry/Ginny
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~3,900
Content/Warnings: sibling incest, m/m/f threesome, vaginal & anal sex, vaginal & anal fingering, James sandwich
Summary: Soaked by the rain, three Potters face one bed, and each other.
Author's Note: Thanks to L for the fabulous beta work and for writing my summary for me when it made me want to tear my hair out. :D And thank you to _melodic_ who left such a delightfully naughty prompt that provided the perfect excuse for me to finally write this threesome!
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the property of JK Rowling and associates. No copyright infringement intended.
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The three of them are walking back from their parents' evening ceremony on the beach, when the storm hits.
"Fuck!" Lily shouts as the rain begins to pour, soaking them in their summer finery.
James grimaces, agreeing with the sentiment. "The hotel's this way. We better make a run for it."
"We should just Apparate," Albus counters. "I doubt the Muggles will notice in this downpour."
James gives him an unimpressed look. "If you want to risk mum's wrath when her and dad get called away from celebrating their vow renewal, because they have to bail your arse out of jail for violating the statute, then be my guest. I'd rather risk the rain."
Albus huffs, but when James takes off for their hotel, he and Lily are right on his tail. It's less than a two minute jog from the beach, but it's plenty of time for the rain to soak them through to the bone. The rain is warm-it's still Hawaii after all-but it's not the most comfortable feeling in the world, and James sighs in relief when they reach shelter. He supposes there are worse places for his parents to renew their vows than Hawaii, but James could do without the sudden and explosive rainshowers.
Albus and Lily follow him inside their room, and the door closes behind them with a thud. James sighs as he takes in the lone bed behind a flimsy decorated screen and the small pull-out sofa he and Albus are sharing for the next few days. That's the other downside to their parents' impromptu decision to renew their vows in the wake of Lily leaving Hogwarts-the decision was so last minute, there were hardly any rooms left at the resort. His mum and dad obviously got the honeymoon suite, leaving a single, albeit spacious, room for Albus, Lily, and James to share. The room just has the one bed. A bed that Lily gleefully claimed as the youngest and the only girl.
The ambient sound of falling rain fills the darkened room, and energy crackles between them, as sudden and electric as lightning. There has been a lot of that this trip, simmering tension that James is doing his level best to ignore. It's not like he doesn't know exactly where it's coming from. Things had...happened between James and his siblings in the not-so-recent past, things that James is still struggling to come to terms with. Though apparently he's the only one struggling, judging from the way Lily has been pressing up against him "accidentally" all week, and the not-so-subtle once-overs Albus gave James whenever he donned a pair of swim trunks. James wonders if they've been talking to each other and comparing notes, though surely that's just him being paranoid...
The corner lamp flickers on, bringing Albus and Lily into sharp relief. Lily's pale pink dress clings to her like a second skin, her nipples poking out obscenely in the tight material. James gulps as his gaze rakes over her body, his eyes finally locking with her own. Heat flickers there, consuming and intense. James's cock begins to harden.
Without breaking eye contact, Lily reaches behind her back and wiggles. She must have been undoing the zipper, because a moment later, she's peeling off the dress, revealing the fact that she's wearing nothing underneath.
She smirks at James's gobsmacked expression before explaining with a shrug, "I didn't want any lines."
The room is warm, but Lily's wet skin still pebbles with gooseflesh, her bare breasts perky and round with youth. Her red hair hangs in dark, damp tendrils around her face, until a sudden blast of hot air swirls around her, leaving her hair and skin smooth and dry. James groans, and Albus laughs.
Lily grins. "Always so handy with the magic, Al."
"I try. And you know, I've got to say, that's quite the nice rack you've got there, Lils," Albus replies as he saunters over. "I'm not much for tits myself, but on you, I almost see the appeal."
"Such a flatterer." Lily grins coyly, eyes flicking over to James for a moment before focusing back on Albus. "You can touch them, if you want."
Albus's corresponding smile is positively filthy. He doesn't hesitate for a moment before running a finger down the curve of her collarbone, skating over tan lines to caress the milky white flesh of her breast. He cups her for a moment, before flicking a curious finger over her nipple. Her eyes flutter closed, and she shudders. James struggles to breathe. The sight of them together, Albus's hands on Lily's body, is doing things to James. The room abruptly feels a hundred degrees hotter, even in his dank clothes.
"You're all wet, Al," Lily murmurs when his hands finally slide from her breasts. "You should take off all those damp clothes. Get more comfortable."
Albus's lips spread into a gleeful smile. "Excellent suggestion, sis."
Albus begins to strip off, his soaked suit landing on the hardwood floor with a wet thunk as he reveals smooth, tanned skin. James can't tear his eyes away as Albus's fingers move to his waistband, tight trousers peeling off muscled thighs and a firm, tight arse.
"I think James likes what he's seeing," Lily says suddenly, her soft voice much closer than James is expecting. He turns, heart thudding as he takes in Lily's bare body less than a foot away.
"Of course he does," Albus replies when he's finally divested himself of the rest of his clothes. "We're very attractive." He pauses to dry himself off with his wand, before turning the full force of his gaze onto James. "Aren't we, James?" he asks boldly.
"I-I-"
"Poor Jamie," Lily whispers before stepping closer. Her nipples brush against his soaked shirt, and she shivers before looking up at him. Her brown eyes are wide and heated, and James finds himself swaying closer as she murmurs, "I think we're overwhelming him."
James nods, and she smiles before pushing up on her tiptoes to kiss him. His arms circle her instinctively, and she melts against his body, all soft curves, and hot, smooth skin. It sets his body aflame, even through the wet fabric still covering him, but that doesn't last long. James vaguely registers a presence at his back, too absorbed with the insistent flick of Lily's tongue against his lips to pay it much mind. A moment later, Lily's body is plastered against him skin-to-skin, as James's clothes disappear with a whispered word from Albus. James groans at the increased sensation of Lily's undulating body sliding across his bare skin, the head of his erection prodding against her flat stomach.
Fingers slide across his neck and down his spine, stronger and thicker than Lily's. James feels Albus's lips on his shoulder blade, his nose skimming up the side of his throat, and he can't stop himself from bucking back against Albus in an embarrassingly blatant quest for more. Albus's low throaty chuckle sends tingles shooting through James's stomach.
"I think it's time we take this to the bed, don't you?"
It's more demand than question, and something inside James bucks against the subtle instruction. Moving to the bed is an admission...an invitation. He hesitates, but Lily has no such compunction. She scampers on ahead of them, before running and jumping onto the bed with a bounce. Her tits jiggle as she settles back into the middle of the large mattress, and James's cock throbs, his earlier moment of reservation completely forgotten as he moves towards her. But before he has a chance to climb on the bed after Lily, Albus grabs his shoulders and stills him.
He feels Albus come up behind him, his body radiating heat, though they aren't quite touching. Not yet. Albus slides a hand around to grip James's chin, turning his head so that Albus can kiss him full on the mouth. They didn't do this, last time, when they'd drunk too much Firewhisky before Albus had sunk to his knees. Now, he kisses James like he means to devour him on the spot, and James opens up beneath him willingly, eagerly. Albus is a good kisser, one of the best James has ever had, and each swipe of his tongue only ratchets James's arousal higher. There's no denying that he wants it, no denying that he's getting off on being kissed by a bloke.
Albus's eyes burn with desire and satisfaction when he pulls back, his lips slick and red. He says something, but James can't hear him through all the blood rushing through his ears.
"Huh?"
Albus's grin is positively feral. He takes a small step forward, plastering his body along James's back. He's a furnace, and James can very clearly feel the hard line of Albus's erection nudging against his arse. James's stomach clenches into knots. "I said," Albus says slowly, "that you should look at our dear sister."
James's head turns to face the bed where Lily is still lying spread out atop the bed sheets. She's squirming and panting, her mouth open and her eyes all pupil as she watches Albus and James with avid desire. Merlin, she looks so sexy, so ready to be ravished that it makes James's dick ache. Thankfully, Albus is apparently more than willing to help James out, because a moment later, one of his hands snakes around James's waist to wrap around his cock.
Lily's eyes go wide and hungry as she watches Albus jack James off, his hand torturously slow as it moves over James's heated flesh. It feels unbelievably good, but it's not enough, not nearly enough to provide any real kind of relief. Behind him, Albus begins to rock, grinding his own erection against James's arse, the stiff flesh sliding between James's arse cheeks and making him clench and ache with sensation.
"Look at her, Jamie," Albus croons into his ear. "Look how much she wants it. She wants you to fuck her, Jamie. Can you see it?"
"Yeah," James breathes, feeling helpless and overwhelmed with lust and desire.
"Don't worry, you're going to. You're going to give her exactly what she wants."
"Fuck, yeah. Yes."
"That's right, Jamie. And I'm going to fuck you while you're doing it."
James thinks his heart might overheat from how quickly it's beating, thrumming in his chest faster than the wings of a Snitch. His arse clenches at Albus's words, and he thinks, not for the first time over the past few months, that he really might not be as straight as he once thought. Because the idea of Albus inside of him, of him sliding his cock into James's arse...James's stomach flips with something a lot like desire and anticipation, and the feeling only intensifies when Albus begins to suck on his neck.
"I think you should go over there and pay a bit more attention to Lily. She's looking a little lonely."
By now, James doesn't need to be told twice. Albus has barely stopped speaking before James is crawling up onto the bed, moving until he's hovering right over Lily, caging her in with his body.
She grins up at him coyly before arching her back to put her breasts more prominently on display. Lily hums when James's gaze drifts predictably to her chest.
"Al is right, you know. I do want you to fuck me. We never got that far, before."
"Yeah," James murmurs before he leans down to kiss her.
"I wanted you to," she continues as he moves to press heated kisses along her neck. "I wanted you to take me, but you never did. I-" She breaks off to gasp as he sucks a nipple into his mouth, her fingers scratching along his scalp. "I haven't been with anybody since, you know."
James pulls back to stare at her in surprise. She was always perfectly open about the fact that she was quite sexually active. He didn't have any reason to think that their ill-advised tryst over Christmas hols would have changed that.
"Don't worry," she laughs, likely reading his expression perfectly. "I'm not in love with you or anything. I just couldn't go back to any of those boys...not when I knew just how fucking good it could be with somebody who knows what they're doing." She reaches for James's hand and begins to slide it downwards. "It's been so long, Jamie. Make me feel good."
His fingers find her dripping wet, and it's nothing at all to slip two into Lily's gripping warmth while his mouth finds her nipple once more.
The mattress dips behind James as Lily moans and arches beneath him. James's already racing heart begins to beat even harder, because he's pretty sure he knows what's coming next.
Sure enough, James hears the familiar mumble of a lubrication spell, and then slick fingers are rubbing at his cleft. Even expecting it, the cool press of Albus's fingers in James's most sensitive of places has him tensing on instinct, but Albus doesn't seem bothered. He just pets at James's hole until he begins to relax enough for him to press a single finger inside.
James has done this part before, once or twice. The last time was that drunken night with Albus several months back, when Albus fingered him while swallowing his cock like a fucking professional. But he's also been with a woman or two, who had been a little curious. It embarrassed him a bit, how much he enjoyed it, but it wasn't a problem for them, and James has never been big on denying himself pleasure. The point is, this is hardly his first Quidditch match, so to speak, and despite his initial hesitation, it doesn't take long until Albus is three fingers deep, and James is moaning like a Nundu in heat.
Of course, none of those other times had involved a third party, and the fact that he's fucking Lily with his fingers while Albus fucks him with his is almost sensory overload. Everything feels so good and hot and wet, and his cock is practically screaming at him for some kind of proper friction. Lily's got a hand around him, but the angle is awkward, and it's not even close to enough to bring him off. Besides, he doesn't want to come like that. Not when he has Albus and Lily's earlier demands echoing in his head.
He slips his fingers from Lily, ignoring her mewl of disappointment as he reaches for one of the wands on the bedside table. The wand he grabs isn't his own, but it responds easily enough when he casts the necessary contraception charms. Lily clearly knows what's about to come next, because she moves beneath him, widening her legs so that James can slot himself between her spread thighs. The sheen of her slickness glistens in the lamplight, and James has a sudden urge to taste her, to bury his face between her thighs and put his mouth where she's hot and salty-sweet. But he knows that's not what she's after, not right now, and his dick makes it very clear that it would rather not wait even a second longer. So he shifts his weight and positions himself above her before sliding inside Lily's cunt with a shuddering sigh.
Lily moans when James fully sheaths himself inside of her, her muscles rippling and squeezing at his shaft as he gives a few experimental thrusts. Her body is on fire, so hot and tight that James feels like he might actually combust. He looks down, watching as his cock slides in and out of her slick cunt, before the pleasure threatens to overwhelm him and he looks away, trying to distract himself from the desire to come. It's no easy task, not with Lily's body undulating beneath him, her perky tits bouncing deliciously every time James thrusts inside.
He's just about settled into a rhythm, when Albus's hands on his shoulders shock him still. At some point after he began fucking Lily, Albus's fingers slipped from his arse, and James had almost forgotten about Albus's earlier commands as he lost himself in Lily's eager cries. But James remembers now, dear Merlin, does he ever. He obeys Albus's tacit command, keeping his body still, his prick buried deep in Lily's cunt, as Albus begins to shuffle behind him.
The pain is more intense than James is expecting when Albus finally breaches him. It dulls the knife's edge of lust that James was teetering upon just moments earlier, and James grits his teeth through the sensation. It's not all bad. His stomach shivers with every inch that Albus sinks inside, his mind going wild with the knowledge that another bloke is sticking their dick in him.
The three of them are panting hard by the time Albus finally sinks all the way inside. James blinks down at Lily, his mouth open and his body overcome with a myriad of sensation. It's strange the way the ache in his arse cuts through the pleasure, while somehow almost enhancing it. Lily's still wrapped tight around his prick, and the throbbing in his arse begins to slow and shift, promising an entirely different kind of delight.
James digs his fingers into the bedsheets and gives a shallow thrust, instinctively undulating between Lily below him and Albus behind. Some kind of animal sound escapes his throat as sparks shoot through his body, turning his blood into white fire. Holy fuck, whatever it is, it's bloody amazing. James can't get enough.
He begins to thrust faster, harder, swearing when he can't seem to get the angle right again. But Albus only chuckles behind him, sliding his hands to James's hips and helping to guide him into a more natural rhythm, letting the three of them move together in smooth synchronicity. It's brilliant.
Lily's nails scratch at his thighs and little breathy moans squeeze out of her throat as he thrusts. He knows how she feels. James is panting and gasping himself, a guttural moan wrenching out of him as Albus's teeth scrape along the tendons of his neck before sinking in the curve of his shoulder. It's all hot clench and piercing thrust, the air seeming to shimmer around them with lust and body heat. James feels dizzy and dazed from it all, as pleasure begins to mount inside him, growing bigger and more unmanageable with every second.
"Lily," Albus growls, his breath a damp brush against James's ear. "You should touch yourself. Make yourself come on James's cock."
James blinks, instincts telling him he should be the one to do that. But with both arms braced against the mattress to keep him in position for both Lily and Albus, he doesn't exactly have a free hand to help Lily out. Albus always was the smart one.
Lily bites her lip and looks up at him as her slender fingers slip down her belly towards the trim thatch of curls between her thighs. James looks down, riveted, as Lily touches herself slowly, moving down until her fingers circle James's cock where it plunges in and out of her. James groans, and she laughs a little breathlessly, before her fingers move back up to circle her clit in earnest.
Her cries get louder, more desperate, and James feels the moment when she comes, her cunt clenching around his cock in a toe-curling crush. James has always loved making a woman come, and the feeling of her ecstasy around him drives James wild. He begins to thrust harder, faster, and Albus lets him take the lead, matching James's pace and hitting something inside James that makes his breath catch and his stomach jump. He's so close, so fucking close, and when Lily reaches down again, fingers brushing at his cock as he pumps in and out, he finally tumbles over the edge.
James collapses forward as he comes, his body limp and loose as he slips from Lily's body. His face is buried in Lily's neck, her breasts squashed against his chest, but his climax has left him limp and boneless and unable to move. Albus doesn't seem to mind one bit. He just grips James's hips harder, tilts up his arse, and continues to fuck him, thrusting into James wildly and shifting James into sensation overload. Thankfully, Albus doesn't take long to come, and he soon stills behind James, his cock buried deep as he empties himself in James's arse.
When Albus pulls out, James can feel the hot trickle of come follow. It drips out of his arse and down his thighs in a sticky, filthy mess. It's a little humiliating, the dirty slide of another man's come trickling out of him. He's not entirely sure he dislikes it.
Albus, who really is always handy with magic, cleans them all off, before flopping next to them on the bed. Lily grins up at James, before shoving him off and sitting up to stretch. James tumbles half onto Albus, who grumbles mildly before scooting towards the edge to make room for James in the middle. James watches Lily as she pulls her arms this way and that, looking very thoroughly shagged and utterly satisfied. A glance at Albus shows he's wearing a similar expression of contentment. James probably doesn't look any different. He feels fucking fantastic. Outside, the rain continues to pour, splashing against the window and providing a perfectly peaceful backdrop of white noise.
Beneath James, the blankets shift, and he looks over at Albus to see him climbing beneath the covers, snuggling back against the pillows, and closing his eyes.
"And just what do you think you're doing?" Lily asks, her voice deceptively sweet.
Albus opens one eye and looks at her lazily. "I would have thought that'd be obvious."
"I know you don't think you get to sleep in my bed tonight."
"And I know you don't think you're going to be able to stop me. Fucking makes me sleepy. I damn well earned a night in this bed. It's plenty big enough for all of us, but if you're so bothered, you can go sleep on the couch."
Lily huffs an annoyed breath. "Fine. You can stay." She turns beseeching eyes on James. "But only if Jamie stays, too."
"Of course Jamie's staying," Albus says, as if there were never any doubt. "We need him to sleep in the middle so I don't accidentally touch your girl parts."
Lily throws a pillow at him, and Albus catches it with a pleased grin, before stuffing it beneath his head. Lily's eyes narrow, and James decides to step in before she launches herself at Albus and starts a full on war.
"Hey, why don't we all try and get some sleep?"
Lily faces him. "And you'll stay?"
James smiles. "Yeah, yeah, I'll stay. Beats sleeping on that lumpy pull-out."
"Damn straight," Albus mumbles sleepily.
James and Lily crawl beneath the blankets, and James lets his tired body relax against the mattress. Lily and Albus instinctively curl around him, radiating heat and warmth and comfort.
James can't remember the last time he felt so happy and content. Next to him, Lily begins to snore softly, as Albus snuffles into his pillow. James smiles.
Maybe it's better, keeping things in the family.
Author: gracerene
Prompt: T2 by _melodic_
Pairing(s): Albus Severus/James Sirius/Lily Luna, mentions of past James Sirius/Lily Luna & Albus Severus/James Sirius, background Harry/Ginny
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~3,900
Content/Warnings: sibling incest, m/m/f threesome, vaginal & anal sex, vaginal & anal fingering, James sandwich
Summary: Soaked by the rain, three Potters face one bed, and each other.
Author's Note: Thanks to L for the fabulous beta work and for writing my summary for me when it made me want to tear my hair out. :D And thank you to _melodic_ who left such a delightfully naughty prompt that provided the perfect excuse for me to finally write this threesome!
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the property of JK Rowling and associates. No copyright infringement intended.
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The three of them are walking back from their parents' evening ceremony on the beach, when the storm hits.
"Fuck!" Lily shouts as the rain begins to pour, soaking them in their summer finery.
James grimaces, agreeing with the sentiment. "The hotel's this way. We better make a run for it."
"We should just Apparate," Albus counters. "I doubt the Muggles will notice in this downpour."
James gives him an unimpressed look. "If you want to risk mum's wrath when her and dad get called away from celebrating their vow renewal, because they have to bail your arse out of jail for violating the statute, then be my guest. I'd rather risk the rain."
Albus huffs, but when James takes off for their hotel, he and Lily are right on his tail. It's less than a two minute jog from the beach, but it's plenty of time for the rain to soak them through to the bone. The rain is warm-it's still Hawaii after all-but it's not the most comfortable feeling in the world, and James sighs in relief when they reach shelter. He supposes there are worse places for his parents to renew their vows than Hawaii, but James could do without the sudden and explosive rainshowers.
Albus and Lily follow him inside their room, and the door closes behind them with a thud. James sighs as he takes in the lone bed behind a flimsy decorated screen and the small pull-out sofa he and Albus are sharing for the next few days. That's the other downside to their parents' impromptu decision to renew their vows in the wake of Lily leaving Hogwarts-the decision was so last minute, there were hardly any rooms left at the resort. His mum and dad obviously got the honeymoon suite, leaving a single, albeit spacious, room for Albus, Lily, and James to share. The room just has the one bed. A bed that Lily gleefully claimed as the youngest and the only girl.
The ambient sound of falling rain fills the darkened room, and energy crackles between them, as sudden and electric as lightning. There has been a lot of that this trip, simmering tension that James is doing his level best to ignore. It's not like he doesn't know exactly where it's coming from. Things had...happened between James and his siblings in the not-so-recent past, things that James is still struggling to come to terms with. Though apparently he's the only one struggling, judging from the way Lily has been pressing up against him "accidentally" all week, and the not-so-subtle once-overs Albus gave James whenever he donned a pair of swim trunks. James wonders if they've been talking to each other and comparing notes, though surely that's just him being paranoid...
The corner lamp flickers on, bringing Albus and Lily into sharp relief. Lily's pale pink dress clings to her like a second skin, her nipples poking out obscenely in the tight material. James gulps as his gaze rakes over her body, his eyes finally locking with her own. Heat flickers there, consuming and intense. James's cock begins to harden.
Without breaking eye contact, Lily reaches behind her back and wiggles. She must have been undoing the zipper, because a moment later, she's peeling off the dress, revealing the fact that she's wearing nothing underneath.
She smirks at James's gobsmacked expression before explaining with a shrug, "I didn't want any lines."
The room is warm, but Lily's wet skin still pebbles with gooseflesh, her bare breasts perky and round with youth. Her red hair hangs in dark, damp tendrils around her face, until a sudden blast of hot air swirls around her, leaving her hair and skin smooth and dry. James groans, and Albus laughs.
Lily grins. "Always so handy with the magic, Al."
"I try. And you know, I've got to say, that's quite the nice rack you've got there, Lils," Albus replies as he saunters over. "I'm not much for tits myself, but on you, I almost see the appeal."
"Such a flatterer." Lily grins coyly, eyes flicking over to James for a moment before focusing back on Albus. "You can touch them, if you want."
Albus's corresponding smile is positively filthy. He doesn't hesitate for a moment before running a finger down the curve of her collarbone, skating over tan lines to caress the milky white flesh of her breast. He cups her for a moment, before flicking a curious finger over her nipple. Her eyes flutter closed, and she shudders. James struggles to breathe. The sight of them together, Albus's hands on Lily's body, is doing things to James. The room abruptly feels a hundred degrees hotter, even in his dank clothes.
"You're all wet, Al," Lily murmurs when his hands finally slide from her breasts. "You should take off all those damp clothes. Get more comfortable."
Albus's lips spread into a gleeful smile. "Excellent suggestion, sis."
Albus begins to strip off, his soaked suit landing on the hardwood floor with a wet thunk as he reveals smooth, tanned skin. James can't tear his eyes away as Albus's fingers move to his waistband, tight trousers peeling off muscled thighs and a firm, tight arse.
"I think James likes what he's seeing," Lily says suddenly, her soft voice much closer than James is expecting. He turns, heart thudding as he takes in Lily's bare body less than a foot away.
"Of course he does," Albus replies when he's finally divested himself of the rest of his clothes. "We're very attractive." He pauses to dry himself off with his wand, before turning the full force of his gaze onto James. "Aren't we, James?" he asks boldly.
"I-I-"
"Poor Jamie," Lily whispers before stepping closer. Her nipples brush against his soaked shirt, and she shivers before looking up at him. Her brown eyes are wide and heated, and James finds himself swaying closer as she murmurs, "I think we're overwhelming him."
James nods, and she smiles before pushing up on her tiptoes to kiss him. His arms circle her instinctively, and she melts against his body, all soft curves, and hot, smooth skin. It sets his body aflame, even through the wet fabric still covering him, but that doesn't last long. James vaguely registers a presence at his back, too absorbed with the insistent flick of Lily's tongue against his lips to pay it much mind. A moment later, Lily's body is plastered against him skin-to-skin, as James's clothes disappear with a whispered word from Albus. James groans at the increased sensation of Lily's undulating body sliding across his bare skin, the head of his erection prodding against her flat stomach.
Fingers slide across his neck and down his spine, stronger and thicker than Lily's. James feels Albus's lips on his shoulder blade, his nose skimming up the side of his throat, and he can't stop himself from bucking back against Albus in an embarrassingly blatant quest for more. Albus's low throaty chuckle sends tingles shooting through James's stomach.
"I think it's time we take this to the bed, don't you?"
It's more demand than question, and something inside James bucks against the subtle instruction. Moving to the bed is an admission...an invitation. He hesitates, but Lily has no such compunction. She scampers on ahead of them, before running and jumping onto the bed with a bounce. Her tits jiggle as she settles back into the middle of the large mattress, and James's cock throbs, his earlier moment of reservation completely forgotten as he moves towards her. But before he has a chance to climb on the bed after Lily, Albus grabs his shoulders and stills him.
He feels Albus come up behind him, his body radiating heat, though they aren't quite touching. Not yet. Albus slides a hand around to grip James's chin, turning his head so that Albus can kiss him full on the mouth. They didn't do this, last time, when they'd drunk too much Firewhisky before Albus had sunk to his knees. Now, he kisses James like he means to devour him on the spot, and James opens up beneath him willingly, eagerly. Albus is a good kisser, one of the best James has ever had, and each swipe of his tongue only ratchets James's arousal higher. There's no denying that he wants it, no denying that he's getting off on being kissed by a bloke.
Albus's eyes burn with desire and satisfaction when he pulls back, his lips slick and red. He says something, but James can't hear him through all the blood rushing through his ears.
"Huh?"
Albus's grin is positively feral. He takes a small step forward, plastering his body along James's back. He's a furnace, and James can very clearly feel the hard line of Albus's erection nudging against his arse. James's stomach clenches into knots. "I said," Albus says slowly, "that you should look at our dear sister."
James's head turns to face the bed where Lily is still lying spread out atop the bed sheets. She's squirming and panting, her mouth open and her eyes all pupil as she watches Albus and James with avid desire. Merlin, she looks so sexy, so ready to be ravished that it makes James's dick ache. Thankfully, Albus is apparently more than willing to help James out, because a moment later, one of his hands snakes around James's waist to wrap around his cock.
Lily's eyes go wide and hungry as she watches Albus jack James off, his hand torturously slow as it moves over James's heated flesh. It feels unbelievably good, but it's not enough, not nearly enough to provide any real kind of relief. Behind him, Albus begins to rock, grinding his own erection against James's arse, the stiff flesh sliding between James's arse cheeks and making him clench and ache with sensation.
"Look at her, Jamie," Albus croons into his ear. "Look how much she wants it. She wants you to fuck her, Jamie. Can you see it?"
"Yeah," James breathes, feeling helpless and overwhelmed with lust and desire.
"Don't worry, you're going to. You're going to give her exactly what she wants."
"Fuck, yeah. Yes."
"That's right, Jamie. And I'm going to fuck you while you're doing it."
James thinks his heart might overheat from how quickly it's beating, thrumming in his chest faster than the wings of a Snitch. His arse clenches at Albus's words, and he thinks, not for the first time over the past few months, that he really might not be as straight as he once thought. Because the idea of Albus inside of him, of him sliding his cock into James's arse...James's stomach flips with something a lot like desire and anticipation, and the feeling only intensifies when Albus begins to suck on his neck.
"I think you should go over there and pay a bit more attention to Lily. She's looking a little lonely."
By now, James doesn't need to be told twice. Albus has barely stopped speaking before James is crawling up onto the bed, moving until he's hovering right over Lily, caging her in with his body.
She grins up at him coyly before arching her back to put her breasts more prominently on display. Lily hums when James's gaze drifts predictably to her chest.
"Al is right, you know. I do want you to fuck me. We never got that far, before."
"Yeah," James murmurs before he leans down to kiss her.
"I wanted you to," she continues as he moves to press heated kisses along her neck. "I wanted you to take me, but you never did. I-" She breaks off to gasp as he sucks a nipple into his mouth, her fingers scratching along his scalp. "I haven't been with anybody since, you know."
James pulls back to stare at her in surprise. She was always perfectly open about the fact that she was quite sexually active. He didn't have any reason to think that their ill-advised tryst over Christmas hols would have changed that.
"Don't worry," she laughs, likely reading his expression perfectly. "I'm not in love with you or anything. I just couldn't go back to any of those boys...not when I knew just how fucking good it could be with somebody who knows what they're doing." She reaches for James's hand and begins to slide it downwards. "It's been so long, Jamie. Make me feel good."
His fingers find her dripping wet, and it's nothing at all to slip two into Lily's gripping warmth while his mouth finds her nipple once more.
The mattress dips behind James as Lily moans and arches beneath him. James's already racing heart begins to beat even harder, because he's pretty sure he knows what's coming next.
Sure enough, James hears the familiar mumble of a lubrication spell, and then slick fingers are rubbing at his cleft. Even expecting it, the cool press of Albus's fingers in James's most sensitive of places has him tensing on instinct, but Albus doesn't seem bothered. He just pets at James's hole until he begins to relax enough for him to press a single finger inside.
James has done this part before, once or twice. The last time was that drunken night with Albus several months back, when Albus fingered him while swallowing his cock like a fucking professional. But he's also been with a woman or two, who had been a little curious. It embarrassed him a bit, how much he enjoyed it, but it wasn't a problem for them, and James has never been big on denying himself pleasure. The point is, this is hardly his first Quidditch match, so to speak, and despite his initial hesitation, it doesn't take long until Albus is three fingers deep, and James is moaning like a Nundu in heat.
Of course, none of those other times had involved a third party, and the fact that he's fucking Lily with his fingers while Albus fucks him with his is almost sensory overload. Everything feels so good and hot and wet, and his cock is practically screaming at him for some kind of proper friction. Lily's got a hand around him, but the angle is awkward, and it's not even close to enough to bring him off. Besides, he doesn't want to come like that. Not when he has Albus and Lily's earlier demands echoing in his head.
He slips his fingers from Lily, ignoring her mewl of disappointment as he reaches for one of the wands on the bedside table. The wand he grabs isn't his own, but it responds easily enough when he casts the necessary contraception charms. Lily clearly knows what's about to come next, because she moves beneath him, widening her legs so that James can slot himself between her spread thighs. The sheen of her slickness glistens in the lamplight, and James has a sudden urge to taste her, to bury his face between her thighs and put his mouth where she's hot and salty-sweet. But he knows that's not what she's after, not right now, and his dick makes it very clear that it would rather not wait even a second longer. So he shifts his weight and positions himself above her before sliding inside Lily's cunt with a shuddering sigh.
Lily moans when James fully sheaths himself inside of her, her muscles rippling and squeezing at his shaft as he gives a few experimental thrusts. Her body is on fire, so hot and tight that James feels like he might actually combust. He looks down, watching as his cock slides in and out of her slick cunt, before the pleasure threatens to overwhelm him and he looks away, trying to distract himself from the desire to come. It's no easy task, not with Lily's body undulating beneath him, her perky tits bouncing deliciously every time James thrusts inside.
He's just about settled into a rhythm, when Albus's hands on his shoulders shock him still. At some point after he began fucking Lily, Albus's fingers slipped from his arse, and James had almost forgotten about Albus's earlier commands as he lost himself in Lily's eager cries. But James remembers now, dear Merlin, does he ever. He obeys Albus's tacit command, keeping his body still, his prick buried deep in Lily's cunt, as Albus begins to shuffle behind him.
The pain is more intense than James is expecting when Albus finally breaches him. It dulls the knife's edge of lust that James was teetering upon just moments earlier, and James grits his teeth through the sensation. It's not all bad. His stomach shivers with every inch that Albus sinks inside, his mind going wild with the knowledge that another bloke is sticking their dick in him.
The three of them are panting hard by the time Albus finally sinks all the way inside. James blinks down at Lily, his mouth open and his body overcome with a myriad of sensation. It's strange the way the ache in his arse cuts through the pleasure, while somehow almost enhancing it. Lily's still wrapped tight around his prick, and the throbbing in his arse begins to slow and shift, promising an entirely different kind of delight.
James digs his fingers into the bedsheets and gives a shallow thrust, instinctively undulating between Lily below him and Albus behind. Some kind of animal sound escapes his throat as sparks shoot through his body, turning his blood into white fire. Holy fuck, whatever it is, it's bloody amazing. James can't get enough.
He begins to thrust faster, harder, swearing when he can't seem to get the angle right again. But Albus only chuckles behind him, sliding his hands to James's hips and helping to guide him into a more natural rhythm, letting the three of them move together in smooth synchronicity. It's brilliant.
Lily's nails scratch at his thighs and little breathy moans squeeze out of her throat as he thrusts. He knows how she feels. James is panting and gasping himself, a guttural moan wrenching out of him as Albus's teeth scrape along the tendons of his neck before sinking in the curve of his shoulder. It's all hot clench and piercing thrust, the air seeming to shimmer around them with lust and body heat. James feels dizzy and dazed from it all, as pleasure begins to mount inside him, growing bigger and more unmanageable with every second.
"Lily," Albus growls, his breath a damp brush against James's ear. "You should touch yourself. Make yourself come on James's cock."
James blinks, instincts telling him he should be the one to do that. But with both arms braced against the mattress to keep him in position for both Lily and Albus, he doesn't exactly have a free hand to help Lily out. Albus always was the smart one.
Lily bites her lip and looks up at him as her slender fingers slip down her belly towards the trim thatch of curls between her thighs. James looks down, riveted, as Lily touches herself slowly, moving down until her fingers circle James's cock where it plunges in and out of her. James groans, and she laughs a little breathlessly, before her fingers move back up to circle her clit in earnest.
Her cries get louder, more desperate, and James feels the moment when she comes, her cunt clenching around his cock in a toe-curling crush. James has always loved making a woman come, and the feeling of her ecstasy around him drives James wild. He begins to thrust harder, faster, and Albus lets him take the lead, matching James's pace and hitting something inside James that makes his breath catch and his stomach jump. He's so close, so fucking close, and when Lily reaches down again, fingers brushing at his cock as he pumps in and out, he finally tumbles over the edge.
James collapses forward as he comes, his body limp and loose as he slips from Lily's body. His face is buried in Lily's neck, her breasts squashed against his chest, but his climax has left him limp and boneless and unable to move. Albus doesn't seem to mind one bit. He just grips James's hips harder, tilts up his arse, and continues to fuck him, thrusting into James wildly and shifting James into sensation overload. Thankfully, Albus doesn't take long to come, and he soon stills behind James, his cock buried deep as he empties himself in James's arse.
When Albus pulls out, James can feel the hot trickle of come follow. It drips out of his arse and down his thighs in a sticky, filthy mess. It's a little humiliating, the dirty slide of another man's come trickling out of him. He's not entirely sure he dislikes it.
Albus, who really is always handy with magic, cleans them all off, before flopping next to them on the bed. Lily grins up at James, before shoving him off and sitting up to stretch. James tumbles half onto Albus, who grumbles mildly before scooting towards the edge to make room for James in the middle. James watches Lily as she pulls her arms this way and that, looking very thoroughly shagged and utterly satisfied. A glance at Albus shows he's wearing a similar expression of contentment. James probably doesn't look any different. He feels fucking fantastic. Outside, the rain continues to pour, splashing against the window and providing a perfectly peaceful backdrop of white noise.
Beneath James, the blankets shift, and he looks over at Albus to see him climbing beneath the covers, snuggling back against the pillows, and closing his eyes.
"And just what do you think you're doing?" Lily asks, her voice deceptively sweet.
Albus opens one eye and looks at her lazily. "I would have thought that'd be obvious."
"I know you don't think you get to sleep in my bed tonight."
"And I know you don't think you're going to be able to stop me. Fucking makes me sleepy. I damn well earned a night in this bed. It's plenty big enough for all of us, but if you're so bothered, you can go sleep on the couch."
Lily huffs an annoyed breath. "Fine. You can stay." She turns beseeching eyes on James. "But only if Jamie stays, too."
"Of course Jamie's staying," Albus says, as if there were never any doubt. "We need him to sleep in the middle so I don't accidentally touch your girl parts."
Lily throws a pillow at him, and Albus catches it with a pleased grin, before stuffing it beneath his head. Lily's eyes narrow, and James decides to step in before she launches herself at Albus and starts a full on war.
"Hey, why don't we all try and get some sleep?"
Lily faces him. "And you'll stay?"
James smiles. "Yeah, yeah, I'll stay. Beats sleeping on that lumpy pull-out."
"Damn straight," Albus mumbles sleepily.
James and Lily crawl beneath the blankets, and James lets his tired body relax against the mattress. Lily and Albus instinctively curl around him, radiating heat and warmth and comfort.
James can't remember the last time he felt so happy and content. Next to him, Lily begins to snore softly, as Albus snuffles into his pillow. James smiles.
Maybe it's better, keeping things in the family.