confiteor_3: prompt 4
Author: confiteor_3
Title: Maybe More
Rating: NC17
Prompt: Number 4: ‘Impropriety’
Date: 07/15/06
Summary: Draco wants Harry and what better way to reel him in than by the temptation of a hot threesome.
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco/Blaise, Harry/Draco
Warning: Slash, threesome, pwp
Length: 2762
Note: My first NC17 fic. Tell me how I did? *wining smile*
It was such an act of indecency that Draco couldn’t believe he had even thought of it. He was a Malfoy, damn it! They were polite and proper. However, when it came to Potter, rules always had been thrown out the window.
Well, Draco reasoned, the idea he’d done before but never on Potter. It just seemed wrong to do that to Potter. He wasn’t sure why.
Blaise was…surprised by Draco’s idea. A threesome. With Potter. Potter and Draco. They’d had threesomes with people before but…Potter? Grudgingly, he was warming up to this idea, but being a Slytherin, he couldn’t let Draco think that.
“Why would I want to fuck you and Potter?” He narrowed his eyes. “Why would you want to fuck Potter?”
Draco had his reasons. He, well, he desired Potter. And what better way to touch him than by tempting him. Plus, Blaise was hot. It would be fun.
“He’s the boy-who-lived,” Draco scoffed. “Who doesn’t want to shag him? Besides, the forbiddeness of it appeals to me.”
“Forbiddeness?”
“Oh, shut it and fuck Potter with me.”
Blaise stroked his chin, thinking. “Fine. If you can get him to agree.” Inwardly, Blaise smiled. Little, goody, Gryffindor Potter wouldn’t agree. And then Draco would be disappointed and horny, and Blaise would get him all to himself.
Draco smirked, confident. “Who would pass up this?” He waved a hand between the two of them. Now the only problem was figuring out how to tell him.
Harry was minding his own business, walking far behind the arguing Ron and Hermione when Malfoy stepped out in front of him. Harry almost crashed into him but saw him just in time.
“What do you want, Malfoy?” he said shortly. He wasn’t in the mood to be tormented.
Draco smiled and leaned into Potter’s personal space. “Meet me in the empty classroom on the fourth floor, next to the portrait of Dolly the Dumby, tonight at ten for a threesome with Blaise.” And then he strolled off, his robes bellowing around him dramatically. Draco figured he had executed that fantastically.
Harry blinked. Meet on the fourth floor at ten for what? He hadn’t been able to hear him clearly. He stared at Malfoy’s back as he swaggered away. He shrugged. If it was important, Malfoy would repeat it. Besides, it was probably something stupid like a duel.
By the time ten rolled around that night, Harry was sitting on the common room couch, staring into the dying embers with Hermione, Ron having gone to bed early that night. He couldn’t stop thinking about the meeting with Malfoy he was supposed to be arriving at. What could it possibly be for?
Hermione yawned widely and stretched her arms out. She was dead tired, having helped both Ron and Harry with their Transfigurations essays. She frowned. And by help she meant she practically wrote them.
“I’m heading up to bed.” She yawned again and stood up. Harry waved night and stared at the fire for a few more minutes. Then, abruptly, he slinked upstairs for his invisibility cloak. He was going to find out what Malfoy wanted.
“He’s not coming, Draco,” Blaise repeated for the umpteenth time. What was with Draco? Why couldn’t he just accept the fact that Potter was straight and didn’t want to fuck them?
Draco would not be deterred so easily. “Just wait. He’s only ten minutes late. Maybe he got held up in his common room.” Potter had stared at him a lot after he told him to meet them. And it wasn’t a disgusted look, more like curious. He was sure Potter would show up. He had to. If he couldn’t have Potter, Draco felt he might jump him during a class, and that wouldn’t be good.
Then he had an idea. “Draco,” Blaise said slyly. “Why don’t we start and then, when Potter shows up, he will be so turned on by the sight that he’ll jump right in.” Blaise decided he was a bloody genius.
That just might work, Draco mused. Then, if Potter showed up just to yell at him, he would, as Blaise said, be so turned on he’d have to join them. “Okay.”
A predatory grin crossed Blaise’s face as he crawled across the floor to Draco. He placed his hands on either side of Draco’s head against the wall and leaned in to brush his lips across the blond’s.
Quickly, their soft kissing morphed into heated mouths latching together frantically. Draco pulled Blaise’s trousers down in one swift moment, moaning in delight at the feel of his hard cock between his fingers. He hoped Potter would get there soon.
Blaise grumbled some protest about Draco having clothes on. He wasn’t even sure what he had said as Draco’s teeth were nipping at his pulse point on his neck, and it had been way to bloody long since him and Draco had done this. He hoped Potter wouldn’t show.
Draco’s body hit the floor with a loud thump and then Blaise was over him, pressing down in all the right places, creating friction as he thrust shamelessly into him. Draco arched up, helping Blaise peel his shirt off. That’s when a loud gasp resounded from the doorway.
Draco and Blaise both looked over to the sound. Potter was standing there, his invisibility cloak fallen to the floor, covering his feet. It looked strange to see a person standing with no feet. Draco didn’t get what the gasp was for though. Were they that great of a sight?
Harry was gob smacked. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Maybe he was dreaming. Yes, that was it. He fell asleep on the couch after Hermione left and was dreaming that he walked in on Malfoy and Zabini having sex. Merlin, what weird dreams he had.
Blaise couldn’t help it. He burst out into laughter, rolling off Draco to clutch at his stomach. “Did you even tell him?” he asked through gasps of air.
“Yes,” Draco said shortly. He gazed at Potter with narrowed eyes. What was with him?
Draco stood and swaggered over to Potter, his mussed hair falling into his eyes. The Gryffindor had now taken to opening and closing his mouth like a fish. If that’s what he did just by watching, Draco wondered what he would do when being stripped.
“Blaise,” Draco murmured, pushing the door shut behind Potter, smiling at the shiver that coursed through the boy. “Help me.”
Nimble fingers popped each button on his shirt off. Harry’s mouth stopped moving and just froze. Malfoy’s knuckles were rubbing a trail down his chest, making his skin burn. “What are you doing?” he croaked, finally snapping out of his funk at the sound of his own heady voice.
“I want to shove my cock into your tight hole, Potter. It’d be a little hard to do that when you’re wearing clothes, now won’t it?”
Harry had to admit he had a point. It would be hard - wait, what? He jumped back to ram into something solid behind him. He turned around and found Zabini there, a hard look in his eyes. Then he noticed Zabini was naked form the waist down. Harry couldn’t help but stare at his erect cock.
Draco slipped the shirt off Potter’s arms easily while Blaise reached out and opened his trousers, shoving them down to pool at his ankles. He noticed the invisibility cloak was still covering Potter’s left foot and kicked it off roughly, trying to rip it. Potter just had to show up, didn’t he? Had to ruin his time with Draco. Now Potter would gain all of Draco’s attention. That’s how it always was when they had threesomes. Why had he allowed himself to think otherwise?
Zabini’s hand wrapped around Harry’s cock and he jumped. Then Malfoy’s fingers were prodding at his arsehole and he jumped again, whirling around to face him. Only his trousers were still around his ankle and he fell atop Malfoy with a grunt.
Malfoy grinned and thrust his hips up. Harry moaned. What was with him? It felt so damn good but it shouldn’t. This was Malfoy for fuck’s sake! It was insane. It was improbable. It was - oh! He didn’t know he had sensitive ears.
Blaise watched Draco suck on Potters earlobe. He could probably leave now and neither would notice his absence. But he was not going to be pushed aside for a lousy Gryffindor! He bent over and yanked the trousers off Potter’s legs, grinning when he pulled away from Draco.
Then he grabbed Potter’s white cotton boxers, chuckling slightly at the sight, and shucked them down. Potter rolled off Draco and tried covering himself up but Blaise had already seen his hardening cock. It was nothing special, though Blaise reasoned if given the chance, he wouldn’t mind sucking it.
Harry looked around. He didn’t know what to feel. Arousal (which he was), fright, disgust? He stared at the two Slytherins. Why was he the only one completely nude?
“Yes, you’re a virgin, aren’t you?” Draco asked, tugging Potter to him by the wrist. “You’ll bottom then. Beside, I want to fuck you so much,” he said, his voice lowering to a purr. Potter’s eyelashes fluttered and Draco slipped his tongue into the mouth before him, reveling in Potter’s taste, soaking up his moans and whimpers.
Blaise huffed and sat down behind Draco, encircling him from behind and setting on pulling his trousers off. Yep, he was going to be ignored. Draco’s back was salty as he bit it, eliciting a moan from his blond dormmate. Over Draco’s milky-white shoulder he saw Potter press against Draco’s mouth eagerly, swallowing his moan fervently.
Slowly, Draco lowered Potter onto the hard floor, one hand placed behind his head to keep their lips sealed. He could feel Blaise pulling his trousers off, boxers with it. Once they moved down to his knees, he could hold off no longer and pressed his cock against Potter’s, both of them gasping from the contact.
Harry pushed into the hardness on top of him. It felt so good. He threaded his fingers through thin, silky hair and tugged on it with every down thrust the hair’s owner made.
Blearily, he heard Malfoy mutter a spell, and then he felt a wet coolness fill his arsehole. Harry withered from the sensation. It didn’t hurt but it felt weird.
“Brace yourself,” Draco whispered, unable to use a louder voice if he wanted to. Potter was effing withering beneath him, and it was so much better than any fantasies he had played out.
Draco elbowed Blaise out of they way and waited for him to back off before nudging Potter’s legs open and pushing a finger in his hole. He felt the muscles trying to force him out and he groaned. Gods, Potter was so tight.
From the sidelines, Blaise watched Draco wriggle a finger up Potter’s arse before adding another and thrusting softly, fucking the Gryffindor with his digits. Potter keened, drawling Blaise’s attention to him. He was pushing his arse down onto Draco’s fingers, but then he stilled and Potter was simply fucking himself. It did make quite a sight.
But Blaise was hot and hard, and he just wanted to get on with it. Who cared if Potter was a virgin? Blaise didn’t have the patience to wait for Draco to prep him. He grabbed Draco’s discarded wand and swirled it at Draco’s arse, muttering the lubricating spell.
Draco pushed a third finger up Potter’s entrance in surprise at the lube that suddenly filled his arse. He tried scissoring his fingers quickly, knowing what was coming. Couldn’t Blaise hold on a second? Potter wasn’t ready yet. He looked at Potter’s face to see it screwed up in slight pain and slowed down, but then Blaise was pushing into him.
He lifted his arse so Blaise could get a better angle and whined at the sharp pain spreading through him. Couldn’t Blaise have prepared him a little?
Harry’s eyes opened wide as he felt Malfoy’s fingers spazing inside him. It felt nice. He pushed down and they sunk in further, still twitching. Harry reached up and cupped a hand around Draco’s neck, pulling him down for a kiss. But right as their lips met, Malfoy’s fingers curled and hit something that felt so good.
“Guh!” Potter breathed onto his lips, and Draco did it again, smiling as Potter shivered beneath him. But then Blaise was fully in him and started moving. On the first stroke forward, Draco propelled too, his mouth crushing into Potter’s, nails digging into his shoulder and smooth inside.
Harry gasped and tugged at Malfoy’s hair. He tried looking over his shoulder, wanting to watch Zabini shove into him but Malfoy was sitting up, his movements jerky, and pulled his fingers out, Harry groaning at the lose.
Only, then Malfoy’s cock was pushing against his entrance and there was no way that would fit!
“Relax,” Draco commanded, pressing their lips together heatedly. He felt Potter relax beneath him and pushed in further. He laced the brunette’s face with fluttering kisses and tried not to shove forward on Blaise’s strokes, but it was getting harder with every one. Eventually, he couldn’t hold it and shoved the whole way in, a shriek falling from Potter’s lips.
Blaise rolled his eyes and dug his fingernails into Draco’s hips as punishment for paying so much attention to Potter. He was fucking comforting him with caring kisses! He shoved out and in roughly, making Draco burry himself in Potter again. Only this time, the damn boy moaned and tangled a hand in Draco’s hair. Great. He couldn’t even hurt Potter.
Harry swore he was seeing stars. Malfoy kept hitting something inside him, something that felt so good, and both their faces were screwed up in pleasure as they got pounded into. At first, he felt Malfoy trying to go slow but then giving up and letting Zabini fuck them both.
“I’m going to -” Harry gasped, unable to finish the sentence, but Malfoy seemed to get it because he grabbed Harry’s cock, pumping it twice, and then he was spilling come out, the liquid dribbling between Malfoy’s fingers.
Draco bought his sticky hand to his mouth and sucked on a finger, using the other hand to brace himself against the floor as Blaise suddenly decided to burry himself in harder and faster than before.
“Fuck, Malfoy,” Potter whispered and that was it. He shoved his throbbing cock against Potter’s thigh and spurted out, his body tensing.
Draco’s arse cheeks tensed around his cock and the next thing he knew, he was coming inside him. Blaise pulled out and leaned against the wall beside them. He watched Draco collapse on top of Potter and wished he would do that with him one of the times.
Crossly, Blaise stood and gathered his clothes, his breaths still coming shakily. Draco had done it again. Had sucked him into a threesome and then ignored him. How fucking rude! He shoved his trousers on and smoothed out his shirt. He stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. See if he ever had a threesome with Draco again!
Harry winced as the door slammed shut. “Are you two dating?” he asked, already feeling guilty. But they were the ones who had pulled him into it.
Malfoy laughed and slid off him to lay on his right. “Gods, no.” Harry nodded and felt his stomach knotting up. He understood. He had just been fucked and it meant nothing. Not that he expected it to, but he always figured the first person he had sex with was because they cared about each other.
“Hey,” Draco said, landing his hand on Potter’s arm as he started to get up. “Where are you going?”
Potter faced him but avoided his eyes. “Erm, back to my dormitory.” He stood and searched around for his clothes.
Draco scowled. He didn’t want Potter to leave. And there was something wrong with that. After each of his pursuits, he never wanted them again, but Potter he did. He really did break all rules, that Gryffindor.
“So, I was thinking.” He smirked as Potter paused, his trousers half on. “Maybe we could do this again. You and me. Maybe tonight. Just wait a bit.”
Harry turned around to stare at him. That sounded…great. “You mean, just us?” Harry questioned, hardly believing it.
Malfoy grinned and whispered, “I swear to you.” Harry smiled and laid back down.
Title: Maybe More
Rating: NC17
Prompt: Number 4: ‘Impropriety’
Date: 07/15/06
Summary: Draco wants Harry and what better way to reel him in than by the temptation of a hot threesome.
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco/Blaise, Harry/Draco
Warning: Slash, threesome, pwp
Length: 2762
Note: My first NC17 fic. Tell me how I did? *wining smile*
It was such an act of indecency that Draco couldn’t believe he had even thought of it. He was a Malfoy, damn it! They were polite and proper. However, when it came to Potter, rules always had been thrown out the window.
Well, Draco reasoned, the idea he’d done before but never on Potter. It just seemed wrong to do that to Potter. He wasn’t sure why.
Blaise was…surprised by Draco’s idea. A threesome. With Potter. Potter and Draco. They’d had threesomes with people before but…Potter? Grudgingly, he was warming up to this idea, but being a Slytherin, he couldn’t let Draco think that.
“Why would I want to fuck you and Potter?” He narrowed his eyes. “Why would you want to fuck Potter?”
Draco had his reasons. He, well, he desired Potter. And what better way to touch him than by tempting him. Plus, Blaise was hot. It would be fun.
“He’s the boy-who-lived,” Draco scoffed. “Who doesn’t want to shag him? Besides, the forbiddeness of it appeals to me.”
“Forbiddeness?”
“Oh, shut it and fuck Potter with me.”
Blaise stroked his chin, thinking. “Fine. If you can get him to agree.” Inwardly, Blaise smiled. Little, goody, Gryffindor Potter wouldn’t agree. And then Draco would be disappointed and horny, and Blaise would get him all to himself.
Draco smirked, confident. “Who would pass up this?” He waved a hand between the two of them. Now the only problem was figuring out how to tell him.
Harry was minding his own business, walking far behind the arguing Ron and Hermione when Malfoy stepped out in front of him. Harry almost crashed into him but saw him just in time.
“What do you want, Malfoy?” he said shortly. He wasn’t in the mood to be tormented.
Draco smiled and leaned into Potter’s personal space. “Meet me in the empty classroom on the fourth floor, next to the portrait of Dolly the Dumby, tonight at ten for a threesome with Blaise.” And then he strolled off, his robes bellowing around him dramatically. Draco figured he had executed that fantastically.
Harry blinked. Meet on the fourth floor at ten for what? He hadn’t been able to hear him clearly. He stared at Malfoy’s back as he swaggered away. He shrugged. If it was important, Malfoy would repeat it. Besides, it was probably something stupid like a duel.
By the time ten rolled around that night, Harry was sitting on the common room couch, staring into the dying embers with Hermione, Ron having gone to bed early that night. He couldn’t stop thinking about the meeting with Malfoy he was supposed to be arriving at. What could it possibly be for?
Hermione yawned widely and stretched her arms out. She was dead tired, having helped both Ron and Harry with their Transfigurations essays. She frowned. And by help she meant she practically wrote them.
“I’m heading up to bed.” She yawned again and stood up. Harry waved night and stared at the fire for a few more minutes. Then, abruptly, he slinked upstairs for his invisibility cloak. He was going to find out what Malfoy wanted.
“He’s not coming, Draco,” Blaise repeated for the umpteenth time. What was with Draco? Why couldn’t he just accept the fact that Potter was straight and didn’t want to fuck them?
Draco would not be deterred so easily. “Just wait. He’s only ten minutes late. Maybe he got held up in his common room.” Potter had stared at him a lot after he told him to meet them. And it wasn’t a disgusted look, more like curious. He was sure Potter would show up. He had to. If he couldn’t have Potter, Draco felt he might jump him during a class, and that wouldn’t be good.
Then he had an idea. “Draco,” Blaise said slyly. “Why don’t we start and then, when Potter shows up, he will be so turned on by the sight that he’ll jump right in.” Blaise decided he was a bloody genius.
That just might work, Draco mused. Then, if Potter showed up just to yell at him, he would, as Blaise said, be so turned on he’d have to join them. “Okay.”
A predatory grin crossed Blaise’s face as he crawled across the floor to Draco. He placed his hands on either side of Draco’s head against the wall and leaned in to brush his lips across the blond’s.
Quickly, their soft kissing morphed into heated mouths latching together frantically. Draco pulled Blaise’s trousers down in one swift moment, moaning in delight at the feel of his hard cock between his fingers. He hoped Potter would get there soon.
Blaise grumbled some protest about Draco having clothes on. He wasn’t even sure what he had said as Draco’s teeth were nipping at his pulse point on his neck, and it had been way to bloody long since him and Draco had done this. He hoped Potter wouldn’t show.
Draco’s body hit the floor with a loud thump and then Blaise was over him, pressing down in all the right places, creating friction as he thrust shamelessly into him. Draco arched up, helping Blaise peel his shirt off. That’s when a loud gasp resounded from the doorway.
Draco and Blaise both looked over to the sound. Potter was standing there, his invisibility cloak fallen to the floor, covering his feet. It looked strange to see a person standing with no feet. Draco didn’t get what the gasp was for though. Were they that great of a sight?
Harry was gob smacked. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Maybe he was dreaming. Yes, that was it. He fell asleep on the couch after Hermione left and was dreaming that he walked in on Malfoy and Zabini having sex. Merlin, what weird dreams he had.
Blaise couldn’t help it. He burst out into laughter, rolling off Draco to clutch at his stomach. “Did you even tell him?” he asked through gasps of air.
“Yes,” Draco said shortly. He gazed at Potter with narrowed eyes. What was with him?
Draco stood and swaggered over to Potter, his mussed hair falling into his eyes. The Gryffindor had now taken to opening and closing his mouth like a fish. If that’s what he did just by watching, Draco wondered what he would do when being stripped.
“Blaise,” Draco murmured, pushing the door shut behind Potter, smiling at the shiver that coursed through the boy. “Help me.”
Nimble fingers popped each button on his shirt off. Harry’s mouth stopped moving and just froze. Malfoy’s knuckles were rubbing a trail down his chest, making his skin burn. “What are you doing?” he croaked, finally snapping out of his funk at the sound of his own heady voice.
“I want to shove my cock into your tight hole, Potter. It’d be a little hard to do that when you’re wearing clothes, now won’t it?”
Harry had to admit he had a point. It would be hard - wait, what? He jumped back to ram into something solid behind him. He turned around and found Zabini there, a hard look in his eyes. Then he noticed Zabini was naked form the waist down. Harry couldn’t help but stare at his erect cock.
Draco slipped the shirt off Potter’s arms easily while Blaise reached out and opened his trousers, shoving them down to pool at his ankles. He noticed the invisibility cloak was still covering Potter’s left foot and kicked it off roughly, trying to rip it. Potter just had to show up, didn’t he? Had to ruin his time with Draco. Now Potter would gain all of Draco’s attention. That’s how it always was when they had threesomes. Why had he allowed himself to think otherwise?
Zabini’s hand wrapped around Harry’s cock and he jumped. Then Malfoy’s fingers were prodding at his arsehole and he jumped again, whirling around to face him. Only his trousers were still around his ankle and he fell atop Malfoy with a grunt.
Malfoy grinned and thrust his hips up. Harry moaned. What was with him? It felt so damn good but it shouldn’t. This was Malfoy for fuck’s sake! It was insane. It was improbable. It was - oh! He didn’t know he had sensitive ears.
Blaise watched Draco suck on Potters earlobe. He could probably leave now and neither would notice his absence. But he was not going to be pushed aside for a lousy Gryffindor! He bent over and yanked the trousers off Potter’s legs, grinning when he pulled away from Draco.
Then he grabbed Potter’s white cotton boxers, chuckling slightly at the sight, and shucked them down. Potter rolled off Draco and tried covering himself up but Blaise had already seen his hardening cock. It was nothing special, though Blaise reasoned if given the chance, he wouldn’t mind sucking it.
Harry looked around. He didn’t know what to feel. Arousal (which he was), fright, disgust? He stared at the two Slytherins. Why was he the only one completely nude?
“Yes, you’re a virgin, aren’t you?” Draco asked, tugging Potter to him by the wrist. “You’ll bottom then. Beside, I want to fuck you so much,” he said, his voice lowering to a purr. Potter’s eyelashes fluttered and Draco slipped his tongue into the mouth before him, reveling in Potter’s taste, soaking up his moans and whimpers.
Blaise huffed and sat down behind Draco, encircling him from behind and setting on pulling his trousers off. Yep, he was going to be ignored. Draco’s back was salty as he bit it, eliciting a moan from his blond dormmate. Over Draco’s milky-white shoulder he saw Potter press against Draco’s mouth eagerly, swallowing his moan fervently.
Slowly, Draco lowered Potter onto the hard floor, one hand placed behind his head to keep their lips sealed. He could feel Blaise pulling his trousers off, boxers with it. Once they moved down to his knees, he could hold off no longer and pressed his cock against Potter’s, both of them gasping from the contact.
Harry pushed into the hardness on top of him. It felt so good. He threaded his fingers through thin, silky hair and tugged on it with every down thrust the hair’s owner made.
Blearily, he heard Malfoy mutter a spell, and then he felt a wet coolness fill his arsehole. Harry withered from the sensation. It didn’t hurt but it felt weird.
“Brace yourself,” Draco whispered, unable to use a louder voice if he wanted to. Potter was effing withering beneath him, and it was so much better than any fantasies he had played out.
Draco elbowed Blaise out of they way and waited for him to back off before nudging Potter’s legs open and pushing a finger in his hole. He felt the muscles trying to force him out and he groaned. Gods, Potter was so tight.
From the sidelines, Blaise watched Draco wriggle a finger up Potter’s arse before adding another and thrusting softly, fucking the Gryffindor with his digits. Potter keened, drawling Blaise’s attention to him. He was pushing his arse down onto Draco’s fingers, but then he stilled and Potter was simply fucking himself. It did make quite a sight.
But Blaise was hot and hard, and he just wanted to get on with it. Who cared if Potter was a virgin? Blaise didn’t have the patience to wait for Draco to prep him. He grabbed Draco’s discarded wand and swirled it at Draco’s arse, muttering the lubricating spell.
Draco pushed a third finger up Potter’s entrance in surprise at the lube that suddenly filled his arse. He tried scissoring his fingers quickly, knowing what was coming. Couldn’t Blaise hold on a second? Potter wasn’t ready yet. He looked at Potter’s face to see it screwed up in slight pain and slowed down, but then Blaise was pushing into him.
He lifted his arse so Blaise could get a better angle and whined at the sharp pain spreading through him. Couldn’t Blaise have prepared him a little?
Harry’s eyes opened wide as he felt Malfoy’s fingers spazing inside him. It felt nice. He pushed down and they sunk in further, still twitching. Harry reached up and cupped a hand around Draco’s neck, pulling him down for a kiss. But right as their lips met, Malfoy’s fingers curled and hit something that felt so good.
“Guh!” Potter breathed onto his lips, and Draco did it again, smiling as Potter shivered beneath him. But then Blaise was fully in him and started moving. On the first stroke forward, Draco propelled too, his mouth crushing into Potter’s, nails digging into his shoulder and smooth inside.
Harry gasped and tugged at Malfoy’s hair. He tried looking over his shoulder, wanting to watch Zabini shove into him but Malfoy was sitting up, his movements jerky, and pulled his fingers out, Harry groaning at the lose.
Only, then Malfoy’s cock was pushing against his entrance and there was no way that would fit!
“Relax,” Draco commanded, pressing their lips together heatedly. He felt Potter relax beneath him and pushed in further. He laced the brunette’s face with fluttering kisses and tried not to shove forward on Blaise’s strokes, but it was getting harder with every one. Eventually, he couldn’t hold it and shoved the whole way in, a shriek falling from Potter’s lips.
Blaise rolled his eyes and dug his fingernails into Draco’s hips as punishment for paying so much attention to Potter. He was fucking comforting him with caring kisses! He shoved out and in roughly, making Draco burry himself in Potter again. Only this time, the damn boy moaned and tangled a hand in Draco’s hair. Great. He couldn’t even hurt Potter.
Harry swore he was seeing stars. Malfoy kept hitting something inside him, something that felt so good, and both their faces were screwed up in pleasure as they got pounded into. At first, he felt Malfoy trying to go slow but then giving up and letting Zabini fuck them both.
“I’m going to -” Harry gasped, unable to finish the sentence, but Malfoy seemed to get it because he grabbed Harry’s cock, pumping it twice, and then he was spilling come out, the liquid dribbling between Malfoy’s fingers.
Draco bought his sticky hand to his mouth and sucked on a finger, using the other hand to brace himself against the floor as Blaise suddenly decided to burry himself in harder and faster than before.
“Fuck, Malfoy,” Potter whispered and that was it. He shoved his throbbing cock against Potter’s thigh and spurted out, his body tensing.
Draco’s arse cheeks tensed around his cock and the next thing he knew, he was coming inside him. Blaise pulled out and leaned against the wall beside them. He watched Draco collapse on top of Potter and wished he would do that with him one of the times.
Crossly, Blaise stood and gathered his clothes, his breaths still coming shakily. Draco had done it again. Had sucked him into a threesome and then ignored him. How fucking rude! He shoved his trousers on and smoothed out his shirt. He stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. See if he ever had a threesome with Draco again!
Harry winced as the door slammed shut. “Are you two dating?” he asked, already feeling guilty. But they were the ones who had pulled him into it.
Malfoy laughed and slid off him to lay on his right. “Gods, no.” Harry nodded and felt his stomach knotting up. He understood. He had just been fucked and it meant nothing. Not that he expected it to, but he always figured the first person he had sex with was because they cared about each other.
“Hey,” Draco said, landing his hand on Potter’s arm as he started to get up. “Where are you going?”
Potter faced him but avoided his eyes. “Erm, back to my dormitory.” He stood and searched around for his clothes.
Draco scowled. He didn’t want Potter to leave. And there was something wrong with that. After each of his pursuits, he never wanted them again, but Potter he did. He really did break all rules, that Gryffindor.
“So, I was thinking.” He smirked as Potter paused, his trousers half on. “Maybe we could do this again. You and me. Maybe tonight. Just wait a bit.”
Harry turned around to stare at him. That sounded…great. “You mean, just us?” Harry questioned, hardly believing it.
Malfoy grinned and whispered, “I swear to you.” Harry smiled and laid back down.