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Teddy raps his knuckles against the door before he pushes it open. Grey eyes reflect in the brass head auror plaque before they morph into blue. Greyish blue, but still. You saw it.
“Do you know why I called you in here?”
Your godson takes a look around the empty offices outside and closes the door behind him. Leans on it with his hands behind his back. Looks up and meets you.
“Because I accidentally sent you a dickpic.”
You freeze. Accidentally. Your fucking husband. Putting the bottle of fire whiskey down on your desk, you once again make the decision to not take his counsel on anything, ever.
“Drink?” you squeeze out roughly.
He eyes the two glasses of amber liquid before giving you a short nod. You push the crystal across the oak with one finger as he moves to fill the chair on the other side. Determination keeps you from piercing the tightness of his black jeans, but then he pauses. He pauses, and your eyes betray you just as much as his does.
His long, lean limbs fold into your chair. Finally the desk is between you. A safe barrier.
“Accidentally?” you say with some sort of effort at austerity.
His foot seeks yours out under your chair. Fuck.
24 hours earlier - Grimmauld place
The thick persian rug muffles your bare feet as you pace. That little ticking at the side of your neck, just below your jaw, has not gone down since lunch. The shower didn’t help. Warm water trickling down your. No. Turning it ice cold didn’t help either. You’ve put on your softest jeans and his old Bowie shirt. You pause your pacing. What would he have done? No, you know exactly what. So maybe not take godfatherly direction from your own.
At the sound of the floo you let out the breath you’ve been holding for far too long. Grey eyes pierce your green.
“Oh, my. What have you been up to?”
“Shut it.”
His eyes glint at your obvious distress, as always. Still.
“Draco,” you warn. Plead?
“Harry,” he soothes. Challenges?
He gestures at your kit. “Haven’t seen that in a while.”
You throw your self down on the sofa.
“So dramatic,” he tuts.
“Pot. Kettle,” you mutter. Then. “I got a weird text today.”
“Get the tea. I’ll get changed.”
No point arguing. You get the tea.
Tea is faster then Draco, obviously.
When he finally swoops back into the room he’s freed himself from the pressed shirt and snug waistcoat he wears at work. The loose sleep pants cling for dear life on his hipbones and the kimono from that trip that time is parted to reveal your old marks on him. You sigh. Ten years on and he is still the most beautiful sight you’ve ever beheld.
“You’re looking fond again.”
“My apologies.”
“Pour the damn tea and tell me about this text you received."
You pour the damn tea. Add sugar for him. Milk for you.
“You’re stalling, love.”
“I know,” you sigh. “Is it working?”
“No.”
“Right. I got a text from Teddy today at lunch.”
“Oh?”
You pick up your phone from the table and show him.
“Oh.”
The tilt of his head is much too intrigued for your own good. You probably shouldn’t have given him the visual. But how would you vocalise such a thing.
“I’m gonna have to talk to him about this.”
He pouts at the blackened screen.
“And let him down easy,” you add.
“Now why would you do that?”
“I don’t want to hurt him.”
“Not even a little?” he smirks.
“Not funny.”
“I’ve seen the way you look at him, Harry. You want to devour that sweet boy.”
“I do not.”
Your cock twitches in disagreement.
“Sweet boy isn’t quite accurate anymore, is it?” Draco says supported by an arched brow. “Our dear Teddy has grown into a man.”
“I’m too old for him.”
“I’m not. So neither are you.”
“I’m his godfather.”
“Exactly. Let’s not break tradition.”
Your glare is not effective.
“He wants you, Harry.”
Slender fingertips trail across your shoulders. Blunt fingernails scrape your neck. Not fair, you shiver.
“He wants to please you,” Draco murmurs in your ear. “Why would you not let him?”
Your head falls back against the sofa. Baring your neck was a mistake. Draco takes full advantage, of course.
“You could have him right here. On his knees.”
Quite the picture, that.
Your eyes open to a lap full of beloved, aggravating man. Hands full of perfect, pert arse. Grey eyes, high cheekbones, stubborn jaw. Left Sided Smirk. Eyebrows speaking a whole language. You’ve never really seen the resemblance before, you lie to yourself. But you admit it’s there now.
“Draco,” you plead. Beg?
“Harry,” he purrs. Tempts.
A groan escapes you as his hard cock grounds against yours. Also hard.
“I have seen him eye fucking you for years, love.”
What?
Hands travel over your chest under your shirt.
“Up”
You sit up straighter and raise your arms. Obediently.
Shirt gone, Draco thumbs your nipples.
“Remember when you first noticed he’d had his pierced.”
The memory of a sheer, black top stretched over the hardened, adorned peaks flash before your eyes.
“I felt you for days afterwards,” Draco smirks before he slides down to kneel on the floor between your parted thighs, and takes one of yours in his mouth.
He’s so fucking beautiful. They both are. Fuck.
You hold his head steadily, reverently, as his tongue circles the little bud. Your fascination with the white blonde locks haven’t faded a day since you first saw them.
Another flash, deep turquoise. Your cock twitches again.
“Where would you like him? Here, beside me?” Draco drives the point home with a twist at your other nipple as he nips his teeth at the already occupied one.
The breath that leaves you is an admission.
“Or we could have him spread out on our bed. Your tongue in that exquisite arse until he’s shaking with it, soft and pliant as butter,” Draco mouths down your stomach.
That gets him a whimper.
“I’ll help him ride you until you cry.”
He carefully pries your jeans open and takes you in hand. Rock hard. No pants. Licks a pearly bead off the head.
“We could take him together.”
A tilt of the head.
“Would you like his mouth or his arse?”
A whisper. “I’m so fucked.”
“Both then,” he concludes and swallows you down.
The divine feeling of Draco’s mouth on you still electrifies all your senses. Every single time. He does that thing with his tongue. You caress his jaw. Put your thumb on his throat, that’s the spot right there, and feel the familiar shiver down his neck.
The images he painted for you haunts you to the edge, too fast, too much.
You tug the hairs on the back of his neck, in caution. He moans around you.
You tug again.
How the fuck does one smirk with a mouth full of cock? you wonder before you close your eyes and spill down your husbands throat to visions of your godson.
The sofa’s backrest catches your head softly as it falls down with the weak thought that you haven’t come that hard, or fast, from a blow job in a long time.
Pointy chin stabs your sternum as your husband looks up at you. You blink yourself back to earth.
You see it, don’t you? Fluent in arched eyebrows, you’ve become.
Your deep sigh says, yes, yes I do.
“Good. Have a drink with him after work and invite him to dinner. It’s friday tomorrow.”
“Yea, all right.” You’re a bit dazed, you realise.
Stretching out his feline body he kisses you deeply, thoroughly.
“Now take me to bed.”
That clears the fog.
Long legs wrapped around your waist, arms around your neck, you halt on the way to the stairs. Pry your mouth away from his.
“But are you sure he wants it? Wants us?” Wants me, you don’t say.
“For at least as long as you’ve wanted him, love. I’m quite positive.”
Back at the Head Auror’s office
“I’m sorry if it made you,” Teddy hesitates, “uncomfortable.”
That’s one word for it. You hum in lack of a good answer. Try to school your face into a paternal listening yet stern mien. Let your eyebrows do the hard work. He smirks at you. Smirks. Fuck indeed.
“Don’t know how it happened to be honest. I was on my way back from lunch when I saw it. Meant to send you a quick text that I was running late.”
“Mmhm.”
That smirk widens to a smile. “You know Draco. Always nattering on.”
“Draco?”
“Yeah.”
“You had lunch with Draco yesterday?”
“Yes, he didn’t tell you?”
“He did not.”
Your fucking husband.
The ticking is back. It’s in your jaw this time. You take a deep breath and scoop up a handful of floo powder. That meddling fuck. Hard breath out of your nose. Right as the flames turn green, you feel a warm hand on your lower back.
“I might not have sent the picture, Harry,” warm breath in your ear. “But I was thinking about you when I took it.”
He shoves you, hard, shouts out Grimmauld place 12, and everything is spinning.
Falling out of the fireplace, you’re ready to start, something. You’re not quite clear on what anymore.
“Home already? I thought you were taking your godson out for drinks.”
You barely have time to register the blond git, lounging on the sofa in, only, his kimono, before said godson steps out behind you.
“Oh, hello, Teddy darling.”
“Draco,” Teddy greets your impertinent husband with a smile. “Good evening?”
“I imagine it will be.”
Head swivelling back and forth between the two you feel like you missed a step somewhere. Well, time to stand your ground.
“You,” you start, confidently.
Draco stares down your pointed finger. Really, Harry?
“You,” you go on, stubbornly. “You are in trouble.”
“Oh, no.” Smirking little shit.
Strong hands start kneading your shoulders and your arm falls down as Teddy steps closer.
His chest to your back. His lips under your ear. His half hard cock pressing against your arse. Oh. You clear your throat.
“Teddy?”
“What will his punishment be?”
Interesting. Wand in hand, you walk closer to the miscreant, push the coffee table aside.
“Sit up, Draco, love.”
He does!
“Hands on the cushions.”
Cautiously, now, he places his hands palm down on the sofa cushions. You bind them there with a sticking charm.
“No touching,” you answer his silent question. “And no looking.”
Slowly you drag out the belt of his robe and transfigure it into a blindfold. His eyelids flutter as you slide it over his forehead, grey eyes flashing before they are covered by the silk.
“Kinky.”
Bending down you let your lips caress the shell of his ear. He shivers.
“You meddled, and now you’re cut out,” you whisper. “Lets see how you handle that.”
He leans back comfortably with a smile, the smug bastard, as you take a step back. Teddy’s hands find your waist. You turn. At least he’s not taller than you, you think as you stand eye to eye. You cradle his jaw with your right hand. Caress his cheek with your thumb. His eyes cycle through grey, blue, green, settle somewhere on hazel. His own.
His lips are pink, the tip of his tongue too as he licks them.
“Are you not going to kiss me, Harry?”
You are. You do.
You brush his parted lips with yours. His breath in your mouth. Head tilted, you explore the shape of it. Let your tongue trace his cupid’s bow. How would that little curve look with his lips around your cock?
Your hand slides to the back of his neck. Just a little pressure and he unravels against you. Shoulders slack, hands gripping your shirt. He presses his tongue into your mouth with a whimper. You suck on his bottom lip and he moans. So responsive.
Shirt off, you finally get to see the barbells piercing the dark pink flesh of his nipples. You lick them. Of course you do.
His hands tangle in your hair as your mouth works its way up over collarbones, neck, jaw, back to mouth. Hot body pressed against yours.
His eyes are heavy as you break away. Breathing hard.
“Are you even doing anything?” Draco. “I’m getting bored.”
You ignore him as you start on Teddy’s jeans. Hands fumbling around the buttons. More kissing. His fingers tighten in your shirt as you suck on his neck, hard. Then, finally, your hands are full, massaging the delicious meat of his arse cheeks.
“Off,” you exhale. Then, “Turn around.”
Fingertips wandering over his broad shoulders as he peals his jeans and pants off. Down, down, down. Firm grip on his hips. You guide him to his knees, falling to yours behind him. Palm between his shoulderblades, slight push against the coffee table.
“Bend over, sweetheart.” you whisper softly.
He shivers at the gentle tergeo you brush over him. Goosebumps.
“Finally,” someone mutters beside you.
Teddy complies easily, drapes himself over the table, knees spread, back arched. Head resting on his forearms as he turns his head and gives you a grin. Fuck.
You glance at Draco and he rolls his neck and presents the column of his throat.
These two will be the death of you.
“Would you like a gag?” you ask your husband sweetly. Kind of.
“No, thank you, love.” Smirk. “You might need my assistance.”
Teddy snickers. Little shit.
You grab his cheeks and give him a long lick, from his soft balls to the cleft of his arse. He groans loudly.
That’ll teach him.
Light kisses along the small of his back as he breathes heavily. You spread him wide. Kiss his hole gently. Trace the little ridges with your tongue. He sighs. You breathe him in for a moment. Relish in his scent. Mouthing around where he wants you.
“Harry, please.”
All right.
You circle his rim with your tongue. Use your thumbs to press in and open him up a little more. Lick into him. Taste him.
“Oh, fuck.”
He presses himself against your face and you start fucking him with your tounge.
“What does he taste like?” Draco voice has gone down to that low place it does.
“Like sin,” you breathe out. Resting your forehead against Teddy’s soft curves. “And redemption.”
“Fuck, Harry. Don’t stop,” Teddy groans.
“Hold yourself open,” you ask him.
One hand goes to grab the edge of the table, the other snakes back to grab himself. Head resting on his cheek, he looks back at you with heavy lidded eyes. So fucking beautiful like this.
Mouth back on him, licking, sucking, tongue thrusting in and out. You conjure some lube in your free hand. At the breaching moment, he gasps, arches.
“Yes, yes, yes,” in whispers.
And, “more, please, Harry, yes, fuck.”
You give him another finger. Curl them. Find the right spot. His answering moan reverberates through your body.
“I have excellent imagination,” Draco drawls. “But I would like to actually see this.”
Mouth otherwise occupied, you ignore him. Tongue circling the softening rim around your fingers, tracing down the perineum.
“You could at least take the blindfold off.”
Your lips touch the soft skin of his bollocks, and you take one into your mouth. Add some suction. Teddy groans and looses the hold of his own arse cheek to grab the table with both hands.
“None of this would even be happening without my so called meddling.”
Pulling off the loveliest arse you’ve ever had your mouth on, or at least one of the top two, you glare at your husband.
“I should be thanked,” Draco goes on, oblivious of your ire. “Not robbed of what I can only assume to be the spectacular bonding experience of rimming between godfather and godson.”
You rest your head on Teddy, cheek to cheek, as you keep working him with your fingers.
“Draco, love, will shut the fuck up?”
“Shan’t,” he pouts. Actually pouts. You look at him. He is flushed down to his chest. The robe has parted to reveal his pretty cock, hard and leaking. Oh. Oh.
“I’ll have to find another way then,” you murmur.
You give Teddy’s arse a kiss. Corkscrew you fingers once, twice. Another kiss before you rise up on your knees and lean over his body. Licking your way up to his neck you add another finger to the two that are working him open. It slides in easily. He grinds himself back against you and you stifle a moan. Cock so hard it almost hurts.
Teddy whimpers again. “Fuck, Harry, I’m close.”
“I refuse to miss this.” Draco is starting to squirm in his seat.
Gently dragging your fingers out, you pull Teddy’s mouth to yours and kiss him. It’s a sloppy kiss, tongues tangling lazily, breaths heavy. He looks dazed when you pull away.
“Get up, sweetheart.” you whisper and help him to his feet.
Gripping him firmly by the hips (Where they molded specifically for you hands?) You turn him towards your chatty husband.
“On your knees. Here. And here.”
Draco draws in a breath as he feels Teddy weigh down the edge of the sofa on either side of him.
Pressing your front against his back you place one hand on Teddy’s chest. The other around his cock. Finally. His cock in your hand. Denial was comfortable. Admission is bliss. You conscience can fuck right off.
You give it a firm stroke. His head falls back against your shoulder.
“Open your mouth, Draco.”
He licks his lips once before he parts them.
“A little closer, Teddy.”
As he moves his knees forward you press his cock down and let the tip touch Draco’s lips. His tongue darts out to get a taste. He licks off a bead of precum. Closes his lips around the head and gives it a gentle suck.
The sight of it is dizzying.
“I trust that you got it from here,” you say, voice a bit shaky, honestly.
Draco takes Teddy fully into his mouth and hums around him. Moans as he bobs his head to take him deeper. Teddy is panting. You pry his fingers from Draco’s hair and puts them on the sofa’s backrest.
“Hold on,” you tell him before you sink down on your knees again.
You grab his arse, spread him open with you thumbs and don’t wast any time before sinking your tongue in.
“Oh fuck, Harry, Draco, i’m gonna,” Teddy gasps.
Draco moans loudly from Teddy’s other side and interlaces his fingers with yours as you feel Teddy’s hole clench. The thought of your godson currently coming into your husbands greedy mouth almost sends you to the edge as well.
For a moment the three of you stay as you are, silent, motionless. Breaths and hearts slowly settling down.
You finally pull away and move to lounge beside Draco on the sofa. Teddy settles himself more comfortably on Draco’s lap. You allow yourself to drink him in. Turquoise hair ruffled. Hazel eyes glossy. So. Fucking. Beautiful.
You twist your head to the side and Draco leans in. He kisses you deeply, the taste of Teddy still on his tongue. You get a little lost in it.
“I’m gonna need at least one of you to fuck me now.”
You blink dumbly at your godson, naked, in your husbands lap. Draco’s hands stroking Teddy’s thighs. Soft cock, nestled in dark curls. Adorable.
“At least,” Draco purrs.
Teddy grins at you, eyes a flash of grey before turning back to his own hazel hue. You turn your head to be met with a matching grin, grey eyes flashing silver.
“Up.” Draco pushes lightly and Teddy unfolds to standing. Draco follows, takes Teddy’s hand and leads him toward the staircase.
Stupified, you watch them go. Hand in hand, fingers laced together. They halt a few steps up.
“Are you coming, Harry?” Draco calls out.
Teddy just snickers.
“Yea, all right, love,” you murmur. Shake your head a little. The thought that those two together will be your ruin passes idly by. You realise, not really surprised, that you don’t mind the thought at all.
On the threshold to your bedroom you stay a moment and drink them in. Draco’s long fingers in your godson’s hair. Teddy on his knees for your husband. That little cupids bow looks even better than you imagined stretched out around your Draco’s cock.
“Started without me?”
Draco thrusts forward gently. Teddy takes it.
“Our darling Teddy was made to be on his knees.”
You step into the room and close the distance. Teddy pulls off and looks up at you. As Draco moves behind you and pulls up your shirt, Teddy starts pulling at your trousers. You let them.
The wet heat of Teddy’s mouth envelops you before you have a chance to prepare yourself.
“Fuck,” you gasp, inside the shirt over you head, arms awkwardly stuck in the sleeves.
“Easy, Teddy,” Draco admonishes, and tugs. Easy, Draco. “We need him to last, don’t we?”
Free at last, stumbling to the bed, you relieve yourself of the rest of your clothes. Teddy catches you, pushes you down on the mattress. Intrigued, and never one to turn down a bit of manhandling, you let him back you up against the headboard.
With bated breath you take in the sight as he crawls over you, covering your body with his. Meeting him with hands and mouth. Letting your fingers travel over all the places you denied that you wanted. Taking the scenic route.
You feel yourself loosen, as he works his mouth down your jaw, neck. Sinks his teeth lightly into the muscle where neck meets shoulder.
“I need to taste you again,” he murmurs, and slides down your body.
Kisses along the way. Every touch of his lips and tongue like the wings of a butterfly on your skin, or a taser.
“Careful, Teddy,” Draco says. Warns?
Kneeling at your feet he’s stroking your ankle with his thumb.
“I know, Draco,” Teddy answers. Counters?
He circles the head of your cock with his tongue, presses into the slit. You push up on your elbows, eyes wide open. His lips stretch around you and you reach out, put a finger on that cupids bow, stroke the little curve with your thumb. Mesmerized.
He holds you in his mouth, just holds you. Warm breath teasing. He dips down once, smirking, before letting you go.
Is it genetic, you wonder, the ability to smirk with a cock in your mouth.
Sitting back on their heels, one on either side of your feet, your husband and godson shares a look. Shit.
“Lie down, love.” Draco instructs. “Hands on the head board.”
You look from one to the other. Identical arched brow as they look back, expectantly. Obviously you were delusional, not seeing the similarities.
“It’s your turn now.” Teddy.
“What?” You lie down.
“Hands. Up.” Draco.
He leans forward and places your hands on the head board. He knows where to put them. You feel the familiar tingle of Draco’s sticking charm on your palms. Submissions flows through your body in a gentle wave as he takes hold of your jaw and tilts your head up for a kiss. You lick greedily into his mouth. He bestows you one (1) deep kiss.
“Don’t come,” he orders before pulling away.
You squirm a little, cock achingly hard.
Teddy straddles your thighs. Draco moves in behind him. Hands on hips.
The vision of them, together like this. You crumble.
All thoughts give way to sensation as you feel Teddy’s cock rub against yours. He’s hard again, getting harder. Steadying himself with his hands on your chest, an anchoring weight before sailing off into the storming sea. Panting, squirming, rubbing against you. You can’t help but thrust a little, cock on cock as you are.
“Fuck,” Teddy groans. “Draco, I need,”
“I’ve got you.”
Draco’s hands firm on Teddy’s hips. Guiding him into place. One hand leaving to wrap around your cock, slicking you up, holding you steady.
“Slowly, darling.”
Teddy nods nonsensically as he sinks down. You’ve spent enough time in his arse today that there’s not much resistance as your head slips in.
It completely overwhelms you. The heat. The pressure. The tiny movements of the muscle contracting around your cock head.
And Teddy, your Teddy. Your godson. The thought of, is this how Sirius felt, flutters by. Probably not.
Draco sets the pace, torturously slow. Minutes, hours, days, pass before you’re fully inside. Teddy grinds against you. Pushes you in deeper.
“So full.” Teddy, breathless.
You breathe through it with him.
Then they move. Same torturous pace. So slow. Draco raining kisses over Teddy’s neck and shoulders as his hands steadily control the undulation of Teddy’s hips on you. Whispering filth in his ear.
You’re floating. Sensation pulsating through your body. Wave after wave after wave.
A whimper. Yours.
“Stay.” Draco.
Teddy stills on his way down. Or up. Honestly, you have no idea.
“Not yet, Harry.” Draco, again.
You blink yourself back to some control, or obedience. Eyelashes clinging with tears, salty streams dripping down into your ears.
Draco lets Teddy sit down, thighs shaking. A kaleidoscope of your green and his hazel as your eyes lock. Swirling.
“All right, time to stop slacking, Harry.”
Ripping away from Teddy’s eyes you watch Draco climb up and straddle your face, arse first, cock heavy on your chest.
“What?” you ask into one cheek.
With a pull at your elbow, Draco informs you that your hands are no longer stuck to the head board.
“Get to work,” he says. Nudging your nose with his arse.
So you do. A whispered tergeo and you dive in, tongue first. Dracon moans somewhere above. You smile stupidly to yourself as you lick the rosy little pucker. Always so pretty.
“No time for that, love.”
“Hmm?”
His fingers touch yours and you feel them getting slippery. A lubrication charm.
You’re a little dazed, perhaps, but you do as you’re told. Rubbing the pad of you middle finger against your husband’s hole before slipping it in.
You shake your head a little to focus on the men above you. Wishing you could see them.
Half your wish is granted, as Draco leans down and takes Teddy in his mouth.
You drink in the sight of your godson. Ruffled hair like a deep turquoise halo. Cheeks flushed. Kaleidoscope eyes glazy. Teeth marks on his bottom lip. He lets his head fall back on a low moan and you follow the column of his throat with your eyes. Down to the glint of metal in his hardened nipples.
“Oh, fuck,” Teddy gasps as Draco rises up, grabbing him by the neck, and kissing him deeply.
You think. That’s what it sounds like at least, from your somewhat sidelined position.
You stop thinking when Teddy starts moving. Grinding down on your cock. Again and again and again. Draco’s elbow working in and out of your periphery.
Don’t come. Don’t come. Don’t come.
Free hand gripping your husband’s thigh hard enough to bruise. You add another finger in his arse, for something to do. Find that spot that makes him whimper. He whimpers. As you add a third one, you feel it.
Teddy contracts around you, moaning “Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuck.”
You bite down on Draco’s arse cheek as Teddy comes in his hand with a soft cry.
That’ll leave a mark.
Draco moves first, gently pulling your fingers out of himself as he moves to kneel by your side. He steadies Teddy with a firm grip on his elbow. Slowly, Teddy rises to his knees.
As your hard cock slips out of him, you hear yourself let out a long whine. An honest to Merlin whine. You are whining.
Teddy maneuvers himself to kneel beside your head. He puts your hands back on the head board, stuck again, and cradle your jaw with his.
“Lick it clean,” he tells you.
You lick your lips, and as the first salty drop hits your tongue, you groan.
“Mmm, you like that don’t you.”
Nodding, you lift your head for a better reach. Teddy holds you up and pets your hair. It feels nice. You take his half hard cock in your mouth and suck softly.
“Fuck, Harry,” he moans. “Feels so good.”
You agree.
“Such a good boy.”
You whimper, and question all your life choices.
He pulls out and you look over to your husband. Draco’s eyes are heavy, silver blazing, as he slowly licks his fingers clean. His cock hard and leaking. And you want to taste him too. Taste them together.
Being the understanding man that he is, Draco drags his fingers through Teddy’s come on your abdomen. He smears it on his own cock, blending it with the beads of pre come.
“Open your mouth, love.”
Eagerly gaping like a little baby bird, you take him in. Feel the weight of him on your tongue. They taste so fucking good together.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Teddy breathes out.
You jolt from a pinch of your nipple and feel your own precum dribble onto your stomach. Narrowing his eyes at your poor cock, Draco arches a brow.
“Do you need a spell?” he asks.
Words garble around his cock in your mouth. He sits back on his heels. You take deep breath.
“Yes, please.”
“What kind of spell?” Teddy asks with a curious tilt of his head.
You feel the warmth of Draco’s magic tingle over your skin, travelling along your spine, settling in your burning loins. Soothing.
“Better?” he asks.
“Yea,” you nod.
He lets his hand slide over your inner thigh, up to cup your bollocks before answering Teddy.
“We can play as much as we want now.”
The evil grins are back. Twin, evil grins. Fuck.
“Oh,” Teddy muses. “How fun.”
Their hands are everywhere. If you felt side lined before, you certainly aren’t now.
Teddy catches a drop from your slit on his finger and puts it into his mouth. You watch entranced as he suck on it deeply. He pulls it out with a pop of his lips.
“Does it feel the same?” he asks your evil genius husband.
“Yes, it feels exactly the same.” Draco answers, smugly. “He just can’t come until he hears the magic word.”
“What’s the magic word?”
Draco crooks his finger and Teddy leans in. The sight of Draco’s lips on Teddy’s ear makes your cock twitch.
Teddy takes you in hand. And fuck, it feels so good to be touched.
“Do you need attention, Harry?” he asks.
“No,” Draco smiles. “He likes to watch.”
“Ah. Interesting,” your, apparently as evil, godson answers.
Thus begins a new kind of torture.
Their hands are everywhere on each other, instead of on you.
Open mouthed kisses, tongues tangled, lips bitten. Hands tugging in hair. Nipples being pinched, rolled, licked. Ears nibbled.
Teddy takes over the work you started on Draco’s arse. Long fingers working in and out. Draco spreads his knees for better access.
You’re squirming. Powerless to do anything but observe, while your cock throbs in loneliness.
Draco lets out a whimper. Guess Teddy found the spot.
Draco groans. “I need a cock up my arse. Now.”
“Give me a few minutes,” Teddy answers with smirk.
Looking down, you can see that he is indeed getting hard again. Youths.
He moves back as Draco straddles you. Takes your cock in hand. And sinks down in one smooth motion. Nothing slow or gentle this time.
Strong hands grip your legs as he leans back and starts fucking himself on your cock, so hard it almost feel numb now.
Lightning zips along your spine. Every nerve ending in uproar. You’re right there, dangling on the edge, unable to go over.
You feel the tears falling again as you take in the sight of him. Gorgeous. All long, pale limbs, and lean, strong muscles.
Then your vision is full of Teddy. Kissing your tears. Pulling your hands free.
“Make me hard again,” He whispers in your ear. And straddles your face. Again, arse first. Knees pressing down on your shoulders as he bends over.
You grab his thigh with one of your now free hands, caress his cock with the other. Mouth at his balls. As you suck the head in your mouth and point your tongue to press into his slit, he’s already hardened.
You open up to him. Relaxing your jaw, your throat.
He starts fucking your mouth.
Breathing through your nose, you wonder if one can die from edging.
Here lies Harry James Potter. Defeater of dark lords. Edged to death by his husband and godson.
The room fills with the choir song of your combined moaning.
A nudge in your mind. Draco. You let him in, and your eyes roll back in your head at the sight that meets you.
Teddy’s lips wrapped around Draco’s cock. Hazel eyes looking up from behind deep turquoise locks. That fucking stretched out cupid’s bow.
You see Draco fucking into Teddy’s mouth, while feeling him fucking himself on your cock, while tasting Teddy in the back of your throat.
It’s too much.
Something’s got to give.
And that something is Draco as he grinds himself down on your cock and tugs Teddy’s hair in warning.
“I’m,” he stutters. “I’m,” moaning. “Fuck.”
Teddy grabs Draco’s hips and takes him in deep. Draco’s hand moves to Teddy’s throat, fingers ghosting over the swallowing movements as you feel his arse clenching around you.
Draco moves out of your mind and Teddy moves out of your mouth.
You’re shaking.
“That was fucking glorious,” Draco throws himself down into the pillows beside you.
Teddy lies on your other side, lazily stroking himself.
“You all right, Harry?” he smirks at you. “Need a moment?”
“I need to fucking come,” you rasp out. Voice hoarse.
Stiff all over, you stretch out your back, roll your feet, your shoulders. Your cock aches and twitches with every movement.
You cover your face with your hands, groaning.
“Please,” you whisper. “Please let me come. Please, I can’t, I need,”
“Look at him, Teddy.”
Draco pets your hair, blunt nails scraping your scalp, and you shiver. “He begs so prettily, doesn’t he.”
Pulling your hand away. Kissing your fingertips.
“He does.” Teddy. Taking your other hand and doing the same.
“Don’t hide from us, Love.” Draco.
Teddy kisses you slowly, sweetly. Then whispers against your mouth.
“Beg,” he says. “Beg to fuck me.”
No walls left to crumble, you are already rubble before him.
“Please, please, let me, I’ll be so good, please, I need it, please, fuck, I need it so much, I need you so much.”
Words are tumbling all over your chin. You might have been embarrassed, if you weren’t so fucking desperate.
Teddy breaks your rambling with his tongue. Licking into your mouth. You suck on it, hungrily. Wrap your arms around him, pull him tight. Rolling, get him under you.
You lift your head and look down on him. Above him, and at his mercy.
“Please, sweetheart,” you pant.
Teddy smiles.
“Fuck me, Harry.”
You breathe out a sigh of relief and start kissing him all over.
“Thank you.” Kiss. “Thank you.” Kiss “Thank you.”
He giggles. A bright pitter-patter of sunshine raining down on your skin.
Your hands are shaking as you sit back on your heels and look at him. Fingertips dancing over his thighs. He spreads them. Puts his arms behind his head.
“How do you want me?”
You stroke yourself carefully as you let your gaze caress him.
“Roll over.”
He smiles again before turning and positioning himself on his knees and elbows.
“Like this?” he asks, and arches his back, knees wide.
Nodding, you waste no time before lining yourself up. Grabbing one arse cheek in each hand to spread him open. Sink into him in one smooth slide. He gasps at the intrusion.
You’re gasping too. Pressing yourself as deep as you can into his heat, and just, staying there.
The intensity folds you down onto his back. Rest your head between his shoulder blades. Hovering over that edge.
You just need a moment, a minute maybe.
“Breathe, love.”
Draco’s strong hand on your neck grounds you, brings you back to the here and now. Teddy’s body is solid underneath you, holding you up.
Letting out a soft moan as he arches a little more. You feel his arse clench around you, massaging your cock as your bodies rock together gently.
You place a kiss where your head has rested. He needs you. You can do this for him.
Push yourself up to kneeling. Grip his hips.
Seeing the place where you’re connected almost topples you over again. You watch yourself moving slowly out a little, then in, out, in, out. His hole stretched out, flushed and swollen, around you. It’s a little hypnotic.
“Are you not going to fuck me, Harry?”
Your head snaps up. Teddy’s looking back at you over his shoulder. Smirking little shit.
Draco’s buried his face into Teddy’s neck, shoulders shaking.
You slowly pull out again, almost all the way. Tighten your grip to bruising. And thrust in hard.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” Teddy moans.
You agree.
You do it again, and again, and again. Setting a steady pace. It feels so incredibly good. Every push in envelopes you. Every drag out clinging to keep you.
You bow down to him, steadying yourself with a hand beside his head. Changing the angle.
“Yes, fuck, right there,” Teddy whines.
That’s the spot, then.
Slowing down, you drag your cock leisurely against it. Making him whimper. He tries to move back against you, but you hold him in place with the hand on his hip.
“Harder, Harry,” he commands.
All right.
You snake one arm across his chest and get a steady hold on his shoulder. Bury your nose in the soft hair at back of his neck. And start pounding.
Sucking in every delicious sound Teddy makes, you feel the heat spreading all over your body, sparking along your spine. Building your destruction.
“Please,” you push out. “I can’t take it, please, I need.”
“Don’t stop,” Teddy pants.
You don’t, but you’re starting to feel more than a little insane. Feeling Draco drawing closer you turn your head towards him.
“Please,” a whisper. Caught in the silver grey of his eyes.
He kisses your open mouth.
“I’ve got you.”
He lies back down on his pillows again, lounging like a cat in the only spot of sun. One arm behind his head. The other reaching out and disappearing beneath Teddy.
“Please, please, please,” you press into your godson’s skin.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans, loudly.
You feel him tightening around you.
“Yes, lightning, Harry, lightning,” he cries out. “Harry, come for me.”
You loose all control of your thrusting hips as you do. The release is a supernova, stars bursts all over your skin, in your veins. Spilling into Teddy, filling him up, his arse milking every last drop out of you.
Then nothing.
The first thing you notice is Draco’s weight on you. You’re on your back. Head on Draco’s forearm. Him leaning over you.
The second thing you notice is damp, turquoise curls on your shoulder when you crack your eyes open. A leg slung over yours.
“I can’t help myself,” Draco mutters over you.
“Mm, feels nice,” Teddy murmurs.
You prop yourself up on your elbows. Teddy is spread out alongside you, and Draco is bent over you. Hand between Teddy’s legs.
“What are you doing?” you rasp out.
“I’m pushing your come back into your godson’s arse, love.”
Draco is, indeed, moving his fingers lazily in and out of Teddy.
You let your gaze travel, just as lazily, over your godson. Eyes hazy, hair mussed, muscles relaxed. Soft cock nestled in dark curls. A sweet little smile on his lips.
“You could fuck me too, you know,” he tells your husband.
You really need to stop being surprised by the filthy things that come out of that sweet mouth.
“Another time, Teddy darling,” Draco smirks, and reclaims his place beside you. Pulling you close. “I think we need a nap now,” he says with a kiss at your temple.
“Mm, let’s sleep,” you agree. Sleepily.
Teddy stretches, and sits up. Accios his clothes from the parlour.
“Hey,” you reach out to catch him. “You can stay, sweetheart.”
He starts pulling on his clothes.
“It’s only midnight,” he grins. “And it’s friday. I’m gonna head out.”
“Youths,” Draco mutters in your hair.
“Yeah, all right,” you feel a little lost. “This was…”
Teddy bends down, fully clothed now, and kisses you.
“This was perfect, Harry,” he whisper against your lips. “Thank you.”
He pulls on his jacket.
“I am quite ready to accept your deepest apologies,” Draco says, smugly. “And your eternal gratitude for breaking the suffocating sexual tension between you.”
You ignore him.
“You should probably put a screen lock on your phone, Teddy,” you say instead. Responsible godfather that you are.
“I have one,” he smirks. “I just turned it off when me and Draco had lunch yesterday.”
Draco snort. “Oh, you little shit.”
Teddy grins, all teeth.
“I did wonder why the first thing that came up was a picture of your cock,” Draco muses. “Well played, little Black.”
“I learned from the best,” Teddy winks.
Yes, these two will definitely be the death of you.
You watch your precious, and apparently very horny, godson walk away with a little twinge. Not of guilt. That ship’s sailed. Longing, maybe, a little.
It melts away on your husband’s chest. You secretly relish in being the little spoon. Have always loved that he’s taller than you. Not that you’d ever tell him that. Self centered prick that he is. But you are taller than Teddy. And you like that too.
“You all right, love?” Draco interrupts your thoughts.
Look who’s being fond now.
“Yeah, I’m all right.” you sigh, contentedly.
Smiling at the thought of Teddy, out dancing, or whatever it is he does on a friday night. Young in a way you never really got the chance to be. Meeting people. Having fun. Unburdened.
“Wait,” the idea hits you like freight train. “Did we just prep him to go out and get fucked by some random bloke?”
Draco starts laughing.
“Seriously?” You are not sharing his mirth.
He pulls you closer, giggling in your hair.
“Your godson is quite the little slut.”
“Well, he’s your cousin,” you grumble.
“Don’t worry, love. He’ll be back.”
“You think so?”
“I know so.”
“Good.”
You yawn.
It really is very tiring, getting edge to brink of insanity by your husband and your godson. Settling into your place under Draco’s collarbone, his pulse at your fingertips, you fall soundly asleep.
All is well.