| Title: | Dessert | Author: | Flora | Rating: | NC-17 | Pairing: | Harry/Percy/Draco | Summary: | tea_and_toast requested: HP/DM/Weasley (either Bill or Percy) HP/DM established relationship; power/bondage play is good, but no non-con, bloodplay or serious pain; dirty talk always good. Can be playful/fluffy or a bit more serious. I hope this works for that. :D | Warnings: | threesome, double penetration. | Author's Notes: | | Story: |
Harry looked up to see Draco exiting the restrooms, scanning the room. He looked torn, between going back to their table, which Harry was not at, to wait alone, or going back into the toilet to be alone non-publicly. Harry waved to catch his eye and signaled him over to where he was engaged in conversation with Percy Weasley.
He turned back to Percy as Draco approached. “Yeah, Ron mentioned a few days ago there’d been another blow-up. But I imagine he was being at least as much of a git about it as you,” he said.
“I was just doing my job! I don’t think he’s ever going to grasp that,” Percy replied, shaking his head. “It’s not as if I haven’t apologized a thousand times for not seeing past the job—my first job!”
“I know. Well, he’ll come around one day, I expect.” Harry turned to greet Draco. “Percy, you know Draco?”
“We’ve met,” Percy said, standing to shake hands.
“Draco knows a little something about being harshly judged,” Harry noted.
“I do,” Draco agreed. “Though possibly in my case an argument could be made in favor of the judgment widely made.” He held out the arm with the faded pink scar and shrugged.
Percy felt his lips curl in a half-smile at the blond’s self-deprecating candor. “Possibly,” he allowed.
“Hey, Perce,” Harry said, “join us for supper? We’ve only just ordered.”
“I don’t want to intrude…”
“No intrusion,” Draco said, unsure why he suddenly wanted the redhead to accept. “And you may be assured, if I felt intruded-upon, I would definitely be making my feeling known.”
Percy laughed out loud at that. “The hair and the tattoo weren’t the only things you inherited from your father, then? I did observe he tended to make his opinions known, when I saw him often.”
“Rather.”
Percy stood and followed Draco while Harry went to explain the change to their server. By the time Harry returned to their table, he found them deeply involved in conversation about the vagaries of Ministry politics. This was a topic Harry found intensely boring—seven years and more as a political pawn had left him with a deep aversion to engaging in anything like it—but he liked watching Draco light up as he talked about it with someone who was interested, so he simply sipped his wine and listened. Draco and Percy were enjoying a lively disagreement, and Harry was enjoying watching them flush and frown, never truly angry.
After a time, their food was served, and Harry ordered another bottle of wine. Over lemon chicken penne with asparagus (Draco) and spaghetti with meatballs (Harry and Percy both), the conversation shifted to Quidditch--Percy sheepishly confessed he had a Harry Potter Quidditch calendar at home, which made Harry blush—and then to old friends and eventually back to politics. Again Harry sipped from his glass and refilled it from the carafe, and listened to them argue. The argument was light-hearted, he thought, watching them. Almost …playful.
Suddenly he looked sharply at the two of them more closely, squinting in the low light.
“What?” Draco asked.
Harry blinked. “Maybe this is the wine talking,” he said slowly, “but… Draco? Do you remember, one time we talked about a certain level of flexibility in our affairs?”
Draco frowned. “Um …yes?”
Harry gestured with the wine glass still in his hand. “I was just thinking, I was watching the two of you talking, and you, er, fit. Well. Really, really well."
Draco blinked himself, but nodded. “I might see what you mean. Is it all right?”
Percy waved a hand before Harry’s face to get his attention, his face flushed but his eyes alight with interest. “Excuse me. Are you suggesting what I think—“
“Yes. Well. We. Sorry, Perce.” Harry shifted in his seat at the thought of what he was about to say. “I was just. The two of you, laughing and teasing like that, I was just thinking how much I’d love to…” He lowered his voice. “How much I’d love to watch Draco’s lips sucking on various parts of you. How much I’d like to tell him what to do to you.” He watched Percy carefully as he spoke, ready to dismiss the entire thing as drunken rambling, but he immediately saw a hint of the reaction he’d been hoping for. He stood and held out his hand. “Come home with us?”
Percy looked from Harry to Draco and back. “Ah. I. Do you… do this often?”
“Do which?” Harry was sure Percy wanted to join them, and was only a bit startled, but he did want to make sure the terms were clear.
“Er. Well, I suppose what you’re doing could be described as picking up unsuspecting pariahs in dim Italian restaurants and taking them home to suit your lurid interests."
Draco laughed. “It could, but no. Nor any other pariahs or unsuspecting persons of any description. We’ve talked about doing …something of this sort, though. Even if I didn’t ever think the conversation was entirely serious.”
“About me?” Percy squeaked at the last of that, and put his hand to his mouth charmingly.
Harry smiled. “Specifically, no. Just someone we both found appealing. I like slender redheads rather well. Draco likes people who argue with him without resorting to hexes.” He started to lead the way out the door, then turned back. “It’s okay, if you’re not interested,” he added casually. Percy stared. “Both find… Red. I.” He stood abruptly and signaled for the check, throwing galleons on the table to cover the cost of the meal. “We can square up later.” He picked up his wine glass and drained it in one lone drag, took a deep breath, and said, “I’ve never been hit on for being scrawny and argumentative before, but …all right.”
Draco took Harry’s hand and pulled him to standing. “Really? We’re really going to do this?” he whispered. He was grinning broadly, and Harry grinned back.
“We are. I know what sorts of filthy fantasies you have, you know.” Harry held out his other hand to Percy, pulling him close and tilting his face up to peck his cheek. “See you there. You still know the way?”
Percy said he did, and followed Harry and Draco out of the restaurant, where all three of them Apparated to the sidewalk in front of 12 Grimmauld Place, which was still Unplottable and still invisible unless one knew it was there, because Harry didn’t need a thousand people a day gawking at his home. They appeared a few feet apart and said nothing as they mounted the steps and opened the door into the dim front hall.
After an awkward moment of silence, Harry cleared his throat. “Draco, kiss Percy, please. Kiss him until you want nothing more than to take his clothes off and bend over the couch for him.” He could see the pale sweep of Draco’s lashes as he blinked at the directive, but a moment later Draco had his arms around Percy and was pulling Percy’s lower lip into his mouth.
Harry watched for a moment, then stepped behind Draco, pressing kisses to his neck and shoulder, reaching around his waist to slide his hands up under his shirt.
Draco groaned. “Harry! Can we. Can I. I’m there. Wanting.”
Harry looked around Draco at Percy. “Percy, go up the stairs. First room on the left. Undress. And light the lamp, if you would. We’ll be right along.” He waited for Percy to head up the steps, and turned Draco to face him for a long kiss of his own. “Take off your shirt.”
Draco took off his shirt, and Harry bent to suck one pink nipple between his lips. He ran his tongue back and forth across the tiny nub for a moment, then stood away. “And your trousers. He should have had time by now. Let’s go.”
He took Draco’s hand and pulled him up the steps and into the guest bedroom into which he’d sent Percy. Percy was there, standing naked and looking a bit uncomfortable in the center of the braided rug. “Percy,” Harry began, “stay right there. Draco, you’re not to touch yourself unless I tell you to. Or come, either. Is that clear?”
Draco nodded, and Harry winked at Percy and dropped, still fully dressed, to his knees in front of him, taking his half-hard cock between his lips and sucking him hard, sucking until he tasted clear drops of pre-come oozing from Percy’s cock. Abruptly, he turned back to Draco, who was wide-eyed and staring, fluid dripping from the end of his cock as well.
“Good boy.” He looked up at Percy. “Perce, what would you like to see Draco do? He cupped Percy’s balls, massaging as he spoke. “Would you like him to stroke his cock for you? Would you like him to bend over the chair? Would you like to simply make him stand and watch while you fuck me?
Percy made a tiny strangled sound and moved his hand to touch his cock, but Harry slapped his fingers. “No, Percy. We’ll make you come without that.” He lapped up the welling drops now dripping freely from Percy’s prick. “Which do you want? Or something else?”
Percy flushed pink and said, “I want. I want him to come over here and help you.”
“Help me suck your cock?” Harry looked over his shoulder. “You heard the man, Draco.”
Draco dropped to all fours and crawled up next to Harry, digging his fingers in to Percy’s wiry thighs as he climbed up to join Harry, lapping around the length of Percy’s cock and Harry’s tongue and Percy’s balls. Percy whined and Draco groaned, and Harry leaned back.
“Percy, I think you should lie down.” Harry stood and pushed Percy back to lie on the bed. “Knees up. There you go.” He pushed Draco into place beside Percy, sucking eagerly at him, and knelt between Percy’s feet, dropping to tongue the redhead’s balls. He licked his way down until he could press his tongue firmly against Percy’s pink arsehole. He pushed it in slightly, and again, gripping Percy’s hips tight as he squirmed and bucked.
Finally Harry got off the bed, still fully dressed, and cast a lubrication and relaxation spell on Draco. “Straddle him.”
“What? I.” Draco was startled, but apparently his body didn’t have any objection to Harry’s command, because he was already on top of him, legs spread wide, shaking, waiting for Harry to tell him to slide onto Percy’s prick.
But Harry was addressing Percy now as he undressed. “Have you ever shared? Shared one small hole with another cock?”
Percy swallowed hard, his prick pulsing at Harry’s suggestion. “No. I. Fuck. Are you. Fuck.” Harry calmly took off his socks and trousers, followed by his underwear. He stroked his cock lazily and told Draco to fuck himself on Percy until Harry was ready. Draco immediately slid backward onto Percy’s prick, gasping and whimpering as Harry climbed up behind him and shoved two slick fingers into him next to Percy’s cock.
“God, Harry. I don’t know if. Oh, fuck, do that again. I.” Harry grinned at Draco’s growing incoherence and did it again, then bent over him, cock pressed against his opening as Percy slid in and out.
“You want two cocks, don’t you? Because you know you like to be fucked so hard you can’t walk in the morning. You know you do. You know you like it when I use spells to fuck you over and over, until you’re dripping come out your arse with every step. You know you like the idea of having two men come in you at the same time.”
Draco nodded convulsively, flat against Percy, letting the hair of Percy’s belly rub against his sensitive cock as Percy moved faster and faster, staring at Harry as he spoke.
“God, Harry,” Percy said. “If you’re going to. Get in. With me. You better. Oh god.” He shuddered and gritted his teeth as he came, his prick slicker and wetter each time he pulled out and thrust back in. “Sorry.”
Harry grinned. “Weren’t you listening? There are spells. If you’re willing.” He lifted his wand, waited for Percy’s nod, and got Percy hard again with a word, sliding into Draco’s loosened, slick hole alongside Percy.
“Draco?”
“Oh, fuck. What?”
“All right, there? With me and Percy taking turns filling you?” He knew he would be; given the general tenor of Draco’s whispered fantasies, the only thing that would make this better would be if there was someone else present to fuck his mouth as well.
“God. So. Full. I.” Draco was shaking with each thrust, but he was still pushing back onto them, fucking himself on two cocks.
“Good. Because I’m. God, so tight with two. Fuck.” Harry felt his balls tightening, thrust twice more, and spilled all over Percy’s prick. He crawled back, kissing his way down Draco’s spine to lap at Draco’s hole and Percy’s balls for several minutes, licking up his come and Percy’s, bitter and salty and sweaty, before recasting the rejuvenation charm on himself and maneuvering himself around to stand over Percy. His prick waved before Draco’s lips as Draco looked up at him.
Draco picked his hands up to climb up Harry’s thighs, now, to take Harry’s cock in his mouth, and Percy groaned at the change of angle and pushed up into him harder, bucking up off the bed. “God, Harry. That charm of yours. Really. Works well. I think. Fuck. I think I’m harder. Than I was. Before. Close. Again.”
Harry thrust into Draco’s mouth hard, relishing the feel of his tip hitting the back of Draco’s throat. “Good, Draco. I might have to let you come soon. Would you like that?” He waited for Draco to Mmm-hmmm around his prick as he sucked, then went on. “Because you were so patient, weren’t you? You let Percy come, and me, and Percy’s going to come again, aren’t you, Perce? And now here you are. Sucking. My prick. That was. Just. Oh. Just like that. My prick. That was just. Up your. Oh fuck. Percy, come with me. Draco, come for us now.”
Draco groaned around Harry’s cock as he spurted all over Percy’s chest and chin and even Harry’s shins. Harry heard Percy grunting (“Oh. Fuck. Oh. Fuck.”) with each brutal thrust up and knew he must be coming as well as he spilled down Draco’s throat.
Draco sucked until Harry’s prick was soft and spent, then promptly slumped down onto Percy and rolled off to one side. Percy Summoned his wand and began to perform a cleaning charm, but Harry stopped him. “No. Hold on.” He pulled Draco away from Percy and cleaned up Percy and the bed, then licked Draco clean and dried him with his shirt as he kissed him.
“He really does like to know he has a lot of come in him,” he explained, as Percy looked puzzled. “And so do I.” He watched Percy’s prick twitch at that. “And so do you, I see,” he said. “Well, in the morning you can join us if you like.” He turned Draco around and steered him down the hall to their room, whispering in his ear, “I give him fifteen minutes before he gives up and follows us.”
Draco grinned and ran his hand down Harry’s hip. “When he does, can he find me fucking you?”
“God, I hope so.” | E-Mail the Author: | roller2816@hotmail.com |
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