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It had been a bloody long day. You’d think that a Sunday should be peaceful and zero stress, but that didn’t take Pansy Parkison into account. Blaise had spent all day with her, first a lengthy brunch at Diagon, and then she’d dragged him from one shop to another.
Salazar knows why he likes the woman so much.
At least she always provides him with the best gossip. In his thirty years, Blaise has yet to meet a person as good and passionate as Pansy about getting all the juicy little details and scandalous stories wherever she walks. He’d lie if he said it hasn't at times been rather helpful to know the skeletons some of his business partners had in their closets.
When Blaise finally makes it back home, it’s early evening and the house greets him with silence. But the others should be home. All the lights are on, casting the hall in a warm glow, and there’s music drifting from somewhere in the house. Draco must have put one of his muggle records on he’s so obsessed with. Blaise takes his time shedding his cloak in the hallway and then makes his way down to the kitchen where he expects them in the middle of preparing dinner.
But neither Harry nor Draco are to be seen. Oh well. He checks the living room next, but that’s empty too. Blaise takes a moment to grab a tumbler from the little bar cart in the corner, and poor's himself a generous finger of firewhiskey. He takes a slow sip, savouring the burn and rolling the amber liquid around his mouth before swallowing. Then he makes his way back into the hall.
“Hello?” he shouts up the stairs, but no response. How odd. Well, either something is up, or... those two are up to something. There had been a lot of lingering glances and pleading eyes over breakfast this morning.
Blaise takes his time climbing the stairs, the old wood creaking under his feet. As soon as he’s reached the first-floor hall, his eyes lock onto the wide-open door to their bedroom, catches the faint noises from within. Bedsheets rustling and heavy breathing.
An invitation if he's ever seen one.
My, my, someone was in trouble tonight. Harry and Draco knew the rules, knew to ask permission if Draco wanted to play with Harry without Blaise. Looks like someone forgot the rules.
Blaise strolls down the corridor, past Draco’s study and his own small office, until he reaches the warm light that’s stream out of their bedroom. Taking another sip of his whiskey, Blaise leans against the doorframe and takes in the view.
There’s not a scrap of clothing on either of them, and the contrast between Draco’s pale skin and Harry’s golden tan is just beautiful.
Harry is all spread out on top of the sheets like a delicious banquet ready to be eaten. Draco must have thought the same thing. His back to the door, he is kneeling between those spread legs, Harry’s cock deep down his throat. Harry has a hand buried in that white-blond hair, his head thrown back as he moans, eyes squeezed shut.
Blaise makes sure to be quiet as he walks across to his favourite armchair in the corner and settles in with one leg crossed over the other. He needn’t have bothered though; both are too far gone to notice anything around them.
Blaise watches each of their movements as Draco sucks Harry off with wet noises, his head bobbing up and down. He lets his gaze trail down that strong back until it lands on that beautiful arse of Draco’s.
For a while, none of them change their position, and Blaise can see how Harry is slowly reduced to a withering mess under Draco’s attention.
“Draco- please!” Harry moans. “Been waiting for you to fuck me all day.” Ah. Someone’s clearly been a tease today. Draco does love to toy with Harry, to edge him until he’s so horny he’s ready to do just about anything if it means he’ll finally get to come.
Draco let’s Harry’s cock slide free with a soft pop and chuckles.
“I believe you’ve mentioned it once or twice.”
But apparently, he doesn’t have to be asked twice and reaches for his wand to cast the usual spells before tossing it back on the bed.
“Go on, legs up,” Draco murmurs. Blaise continues to sip from his firewiskey as Harry pulls his legs up and presents his puckered little hole. Slowly, Draco begins to open him up. He takes his time, circling the rim, teasing and playing, before dipping one long finger inside. Harry’s eyes fly open with a small moan.
At first, he looks at where Draco’s hand disappears between his legs, but then he must catch the motion of Blaise lifting the tumbler to his lips and his gaze snap over to where he lounges in the corner, eyes wide. His breath stutters, and Blaise can tell he’s about to say something, so he lifts a finger to his lips and shushes him.
They both know this is against the rules and that someone (Draco) is going to pay, but Blaise wants to watch a bit longer.
For a moment, Harry holds his gaze while Draco continues to pump a finger into him and it’s like his cock get a bit harder under Blaise’s eyes.
When Draco’s finger pulls another moan from Harry, he let’s his head drop back.
“Draco, please, I need more,” Harry begs. Clearly, he’s more than happy to play along and put on a show for Blaise.
Draco chuckles a little and presses a second finger in. So not a full scene just yet then, if Draco obliges Harry this easily. That’ll change soon enough; only that today it’s not entirely Harry that this’ll be about.
They both look absolutely beautiful as they’re lost in their pleasure. Despite teasing Harry and taking his time, Blaise can see how affected Draco is. His cock, rock hard and an angry red, is glistening with a few drops of precum where it stands up against his belly. Harry is panting, his dark hair wild and dishevelled against the sheets.
Merlin, he can’t believe that they’re both his, that he gets to share his live with these two men, that he gets to be with them in this way. Just watching, Blaise can already feel his own arousal, can feel his trousers getting tighter when his cock hardens.
They must have known he’d be coming home soon; he was clearly meant to find them like this. He waits until Draco finally pulls his fingers out and gets off his knees to position himself at Harry’s entrance, his hands on Harry’s drawn up knees to hold him wide open. Watches as Draco slowly presses in, inch after inch, Harry’s rim stretched wide around him. When he is fully seated with a groan, Blaise decides to make his presence known.
“And what do you both think you’re doing?”, he asks quietly. Draco stills in his movements, his hands squeezing tight around Harry’s shaking legs.
“Hmm, couldn’t wait for me, could you?”, Blaise asks, taking a long sip from his drink. “Do carry on.” He watches with satisfaction as Draco trembles from holding himself back, Harry having gone entirely still and eyes flicking back and forth between them, waiting.
Then, Draco has the audacity to look over his shoulder, and smirk at Blaise. “Oh good, you’re home.” His stormy grey eyes spark in challenge before he turns back and starts moving again, one slow thrust, then another. The little brat.
Harry gasps when Draco sinks into him to the hilt, eyes falling shut and hands clenching around the rumpled sheets beneath him. Draco’s thrusts are lazy, indulgent.
And that attitude simply won’t do. Blaise carefully sets down his tumbler. Rolling up his sleeves, he crosses the room until he comes to stand behind Draco, pressing in close until he has no room left to move, thrusts reduced to small rocks of his hips.
He shudders and stills entirely when Blaise lays a heavy hand on the back of his neck, tsking under his breath. “You know the rules, Draco,” he purrs. “Go on, tell me what the rules are.”
Draco groans under the pressure of Blaise fingers (and presumable Harry’s tightness around his cock). “No playing with him without your permission,” he grits out.
“And yet here you are, playing with my pet. Did you ask permission?”
Harry’s eyes are firmly trained on them, quietly waiting out their little game. His prick is hard and leaking against his stomach, breaths coming in little pants while he holds himself still. This entire scene is turning him on hard.
When Draco fails to answer right away, Blaise tightens his hold.
“No, I didn’t.”
“That’s right.” With his free hand, Blaise snatches up Draco’s wand where it lies forgotten beside Harry. “I suppose it’s been a while since I put you in your place,” Blaise hums, and with a quick flick of the wand he casts a lubrication charm on Draco. He flinches at the sudden wetness, his head dropping forward as low as Blaise’s grip allows.
“Now,” Blaise says as he reaches a hand down to Draco’s arse and unceremoniously pushes a finger in. “I’m going to fuck you, hard, until you apologise to me. I know apologies are difficult for you, but you will. Rules are rules.”
Draco doesn’t move where he’s still buried deep inside Harry as Blaise pumps one, then two finger into him, opening him up roughly and efficiently. This is not about soft pleasure, at least for now, this is about reminding Draco of the rules.
When he thinks Draco is prepared enough, he finally let’s go of his neck and yanks his trousers open until his hard length springs free. Then he lines himself up, his hands wrapping around Draco’s sharp hips.
Blaise locks eyes with Harry, those beautiful green eyes, and he smirks as he pushes into Draco, the hot tightness of Draco’s hole sucking him in. When Blaise’s movement pushes Draco deeper into him, it pulls a moan from Draco, and a whine from Harry.
“Does he feel good inside you, pet?” Blaise asks over Draco’s shoulder.
“Yes, Sir,” Harry gasps, his hands scrambling up Draco’s arms to hold on to something, anything at all.
“Hold him still, Draco,” Blaise orders quietly as he rocks his hips without. Draco wraps his fingers around Harry’s wrists to peels his hands from where they cling to Draco’s arms and presses them into the mattress beside Harry’s head.
It leaves Draco bend over, his face hovering above Harry’s, the new angle allowing Blaise to push in deeper. He decides it’s time to move and sets a punishing pace, pulling out in one fast movement only to snap his hips forward sharply and without much pause in-between each thrust. It leaves Draco gasping and panting, pinned between Harry and Blaise. It doesn’t allow Draco much friction on his cock, unable to thrust, and simply left to take what Blaise gives him.
Harry whimpers, trapped and held in place by Draco and unable to do anything at all either.
“Sir, please,” he whines again, a little desperately now. Blaise supposes his cock has gone ignored for quite a while now. It’s still leaking precum where it’s trapped under Draco.
“All in due time, pet. First, I need to hear Draco apologise.” He pointedly stares at the back of Draco’s head, tightening his hands where they are wrapped around Draco’s hips to keep him in place. But the only noise he makes is a drawn-out moan when Blaise brushes his prostrate.
“Come on. Neither of you is coming before you do, Draco.” Blaise reaches for Draco's wand again and casts a clever little charm that wraps around the base of Draco’s cock like a tight band, making it impossible for him to come. Draco’s only response is a frustrated noise.
Blaise keeps trusting, slowing down his pace to draw this out. Draco knows this game, knows Blaise will make this last for however long he needs.
“I am very disappointed. I thought we had an agreement. All you had to do was ask this morning before I left. You know I hardly ever deny you to play with him.”
He slows down his thrusting to a glacial pace, now purposefully aiming for Draco’s prostrate. Blaise knows he’ll never come like this, something he can draw out for as long as he likes until Draco is a withering mess.
Blaise’s eyes are glued to where his cock disappears inside Draco, again and again. The way Draco’s rim stretches and wraps around him when he pulls out all the way to the tip before pushing back in. The sight makes his prick pulse and his balls draw up. There’s something so inherently arousing about taking Draco like this, the way he submits to Blaise. Eventually.
For now, he is still being a little brat.
“Oh... Fuck,” Draco moans, his legs starting to shake with every drag of Blaise’s hard length over that sweet spot inside him. Draco let’s his head fall down against Harry’s chest as he whimpers and clenches around Blaise.
Harry isn’t any more quiet either, left to lie there stuffed full with Draco’s cock that hasn’t moved in a while now. Blaise locks eyes with Harry as he continues his slow, tortures thrusts.
“Oh, Merlin, please,” Draco gasps after a few more minutes, his shoulder’s trembling.
“You just need to say the word, Draco.” He can feel Draco’s desperate attempts to thrust, his hips twitching under Blaise’s fingers and Blaise presses down harder to keep him in place.
“Fuck. Fine...” Another moan. “I’m sorry!”
Blaise doesn’t pause or change pace, but he does smirk now as he looks down at Draco.
“What are you sorry for?”
“I’m...” Draco is panting now, his hands gripped tightly around Harry’s wrists and sweat breaking out down his back. “I’m sorry for not asking your permission to play.”
“There we go. That wasn’t so hard, now was it, Draco?”
“Please, Blaise, I need to come.”
“Yes, I imagine you do,” Blaise chuckles under his breath as he listens the other two men pant and whimper. Harry barely has any stimulation at all this way, all he’s getting are small little rocks from the aftershocks of Blaise’s thrusts into Draco.
After another few snaps of his hips, Blaise stills his movements when he is halfway out, only the head of his cock buried inside. “Look at our little pet, Draco. He’s been so good and still for us. I think he deserves the fuck he's been desperate for all day, especially after your behaviour made him have to wait this long. Don’t you think?”
Draco nods frantically, unable to speak through his panting.
“Well, go on, Draco. You’ve been so eager. You can do the work.” Draco whimpers, desperately so, but doesn’t object. Instead, he starts moving, every thrust pushing into Harry, every pull pushing himself onto Blaise cock. Blaise knows it’s unfair, the charm still firmly in place around Draco’s cock, but he can’t help how it’s making his own cock twitch when Draco is like this. Watching him be all desperate, fucking himself onto Blaise’s cock, turned into a whimpering mess who’s chasing a release that Blaise has all the power to grant or withhold...
It makes his own breath come out in stutters, his balls drawing up tight as he feels the edge of his own orgasm come closer. Harry isn’t fairing any better. His hands are curled into firsts where they are still pressed into the mattress, eyes screwed shut and desperate little noises coming out of his throat.
“Come on, Draco, fuck yourself on my cock,” he pants. “Make him come and you can come too.”
“Yes! Please!” Harry begs, and Draco starts to thrust with new vigour, harder. Draco knows exactly how he needs to fuck Harry to make him come, even if it takes longer without touching his cock. Lucky for him, Harry is already riled up and on the brink of exploding with all that foreplay.
It doesn’t take long before all three of them are shaking as Draco pushes them closer and closer to the edge. Blaise has to focus with everything he’s got now to hold back and Draco is moaning and whimpering with every single thrust.
When Blaise doesn't think he can last much longer, he reaches around Draco and begins to stroke Harrys leaking prick. He pumps him once, twice, in time with Draco’s rhythm. With the third, Harry shouts and cum shoots in hot strips all over his stomach. Blaise strokes him through the orgasm until he shudders from overstimulation.
And then, before Draco can even take breath to beg him again, he finally reaches for his wand and releases the spell wrapped around his cock.
Draco buries himself deep inside Harry’s arse and comes with a moan so guttural and full of relief, that Blaise has no choice but to follow.
When he comes down, Draco is slumped over Harry, both of them gone completely limp. Draco is still buried inside Harry, as is Blaise inside him. The man underneath him shudders when Blaise slowly slides out of him and he rubs a soothing hand over Draco’s back.
“You’ve done both so well,” he murmurs. Then, after tucking himself away, he helps them up the bed until Harry is snuggled up against Draco’s chest, arms wrapped around each other.
Blaise makes short work of getting himself cleaned up in the bathroom and changes into pj’s before grabbing a wet cloth and returns to the bedroom.
When he reaches the bed, he has to pause and smile. They are adorable, wrapped around each other and more or less asleep. Happy’s dark hair somehow always manages to look even wilder then usual after a good shag, and Draco looks so peaceful when he’s like this, so unlike his usual reserved face.
Merlin, he loves them.
With gentle hands, he cleans them up with the wet cloth, wiping away the worst of the sticky cum (accompanied by half-hearted protests when he has to move Draco, followed by a sigh of relief when he’s clean). Then, Blaise pulls the covers over them and slips in behind Draco where he presses flush against his back so he can wrap his arms around both men. Draco and Harry are curled together chest to chest, Harry’s head nestled under Draco’s chin in the most adorable way.
For a while they just lie there in silence, exhaustion and the warmth of the bed and their pressed-up bodies making them all tired and sleepy. Blaise is sure they are both fast asleep when Draco wiggles his arse against him and murmurs “You’re a prick.”
Blaise huffs a laugh where he’s buried against his neck. “Don’t pretend this wasn’t exactly what you were looking for. You could have fucked all day, you both knew I wasn’t gonna be home before late.”
“But where would be the fun in that?” Draco says, and Blaise can practically hear the smirk in his voice. Over Draco’s shoulder he can see a smile tugging at Harry’s lips.
Blaise hums quietly, content with where they are, and lets his hand gently wander over Harry’s back and waist. Harry looks so content the way he presses into the touch, he has to smile too.
“Did you enjoy yourself, sweet pet?” Blaise asks and Harry nods sheepishly. “Couldn’t wait for me to get home, could you?” He trails his hand over his hip before sliding between Harry’s thighs. When he cups Harry’s soft cock, he continues, “Such a needy boy...”
Then, he tightens his grip just the tiniest bit until Harry’s breath hitches. “Maybe I should lock this up, keep you small and desperate for us.”
Harry’s eyes fly open. Blaise can tell that Draco’s attention is on Harry’s reaction too, something about him feeling more alert than it had just a second ago.
“Would you like that, pet? If I kept your needy little cock in a cage until I decide to let it out to play?” Blaise runs a teasing finger over the sensitive tip of Harry’s soft prick when he feels a little twitch and smirks. “Oh, look at that, you like that idea, don’t you?”
Harry whimpers a little as he shakes his head. But the way his pupils blow and his cock grows half hard again tells a different story.
“I think you do. I can feel how much this turns you on,” Blaise purrs and squeezes.
Draco chuckles a little and leans in to kiss Harry.
“Don’t worry,” Blaise says with a little pat to Harry’s hip before he wraps his arms around his middle again, Draco nestled between them. “I’ll keep it in mind.”
He smirks when he catches Harry’s shudder but doesn’t say more on the matter for the time being. He’d been playing with the idea for a while. Every time they’ve played with denial, Harry had responded wonderfully. Desperate, yes, but he loved it every time. And Harry’s reaction told him enough to know he’d be on board with this as well. When the time came, he’d have a conversation about it.
Tonight, they’ve had enough.