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birdsofshorePart 1
Merlin on a fucking broomstick, Al looks as if he's about to come in his new jeans just from my dad groping his arse a bit. I feel the familiar compelling twist of heat and darkness in my stomach, as complicated and pleasurable as the very first time. My eyes run all over them, their tangle of limbs and hungry mouths right here in front of me. It's somehow even more taboo that this is happening in our drawing room, where we're in the habit of entertaining the gentry: my boyfriend, writhing in my father's lap, shameless and persistent. I want to soak up every detail, every sigh and grunt, but it wasn't meant to be like this. Not today. I clear my throat, and Father's eyes dart to me. I can see he'd completely forgotten I'm here, but I suppose he does literally have his hands full.
“I thought we were all going to celebrate,” I say, trying to sound casual about it rather than petulant, and I see Al soften at last in my dad's arms.
He turns his head. His eyes are wide and dark, his mouth already wet and well-kissed. “Yes, please, Scorp. I want both of you. Oh, please.”
I meet Father's eye over Al's head and raise my eyebrows. “Father?”
He sighs, but it seems more for show than out of real reluctance. He raises a hand to me, and as soon as I clasp it, the three of us are plunged into the fleeting darkness of Apparition, and then tumbling onto the soft wide space of Father's four-poster.
Al laughs with relief and sinks back onto the creamy white expanse of my father's sheets. “Oh, god. I can't even tell you how much I've been waiting for this.“
Father kicks off his boots and crawls towards where Al is lying. “What have you been waiting for? Tell us.”
Al laughs again, but when he speaks again, it's softer, more shy. “You. You and Scorp. I've wanted you both so much.”
I toe off my shoes, and wonder if I dare strip off yet or whether I should wait. Father's face is full of a sly hunger. “I know what you want. And so does Scorpius. Say it now, Albus. Tell us exactly what you need.”
It's so fucking cute how Al still gets shy. I've lost track of how many times I've seen him with my dad's cock inside him. How many times I've sucked him off, how often he's seen me wanking to the sight of Father pounding away. How many times I've felt his tight arse clenching around me. But he turns his head away now, at the question, his smile secretive and slightly dorky.
“I want you. I want you both. I want... “
Father's on his hands and knees, his arms either side of Al's face. “Yes?”
Al smiles up at him, bites his lip, his eyes half-closed. My stomach flips over with wanting him so much. “I want your cock, Draco,” Al tells him, in a whisper. “I want your cock, and I want Scorp's, too.”
My father's eyes are alight, his face only a couple of inches from Al's. “You're a greedy slut, aren't you?”
A small whimper escapes from Al's throat, and I see his cock throb in his jeans. My father sees it too, and places his palm across the thick bulge, his expression gloating.
“Please. God. I need it.”
“Oh, you shall have it. Don't worry about that.”
Al writhes upwards, pressing towards my father's touch. I can't wait any more. I snatch off my socks and start to undo my shirt. Al turns his head to watch and makes a low moan of longing.
“We'll give this desperate little cockslut what he needs, won't we, Scorpius?”
Merlin. My father's face is almost exultant. I've got my shirt undone, and I shuck it off onto the floor. “Father.”
He doesn't take his eyes from Al, watching Al's face as he presses the heel of his palm against Al's cock. “Yes?”
“I've got an idea. For Al's birthday.”
He frowns. “Yes, I know. And we're doing it, aren't we?” He looks down at Al again and smiles. “We're doing it right now.”
“Something different.” I say. “Al, do you want something different?”
Al's eyes are unfocused. He makes a raw sound as my father strokes the length of his cock through the denim.
“Al.”
“Uh. Scorp. You're— uh. Amazing. Want you.”
“Yes. You want me and Father together, don't you? Something new.”
“God, yes. Anything. Please.”
Father turns his head now, his forehead creasing. “What now?”
“Please, Father. It's for Al.” I'm shrugging off my trousers now, and then stop as they both look at me, feeling very exposed standing there with my underpants tented obscenely.
“Scorp...” Al moans. “Yes. Please...”
I sit on the bed, my legs curled beside me, and reach for him. I brush his hair from his face, cradle his cheek in my palm. My dad sits back on his haunches, working at Al's belt, slipping the prong out of the hole. Al looks from one to the other of us and his face is full of wonder. I bend to kiss him, keeping it slow and sensuous, resisting his hand clenching around my neck to pull me in. Father peels Al's jeans off, the denim clinging to Al’s legs, and we all stop and watch his cock spring free, thick and dark, a pearl of liquid gathering at the slit. Fuck, it’s beautiful. But Al moans at the sight of himself, as if seeing it makes his desperation that little bit more real.
My own cock twitches, powerful and insistent, and I touch myself through the cotton of my pants. Al wets his lips. “Scorp... “ He reaches for me, stretches a hand towards my erection, but my father frowns and shakes his head.
Oh hell. This is never going to work, if Father won't even let Al touch me. He's so fucking mercurial about what he will and won't allow. After that incredible day when he let Al have both of us at the same time, he banished me back to the chair for about a month, the bastard, and it didn't matter how much Al begged – he wasn't playing. I'm pretty sure Father enjoyed it as much as we did, but he just likes the power of it, the sick bastard.
Al's bottom lip plumps into a pout. “But, Draco...” He looks confused and hurt again. “I thought...”
Father shakes his head. “Not until you take this off.” He pulls at the hem of Al's new jumper. “Cashmere and cleaning charms do not mix.”
Fuck. That sounds promising. That sounds like...
“Yeah, Al, you don't want to get spunk on your fancy present.” I wink at him, and he sits up and wriggles out of the jumper in a flash. He usually dumps his clothes on the floor, but this time he folds it and looks around for somewhere to put it. I take it from him and lay it carefully over the armchair. I've no intention of ending up on the chair myself. Not this time.
Al sits on the bed, wide-eyed and full of a breathless longing, like a child on his first visit to Honeydukes. Father stands and starts to undo the cuffs of his shirt. Al watches for a moment, then reaches for me again, looking at Father questioningly as he skims his fingers across my cotton-covered hard-on.
It's really anyone's guess what Father will permit on any one day. Sometimes he's even kept me out of the room, but Al usually complains fiercely enough that he relents. But what he will never consent to is watching me and Al without taking part. My father dislikes being sidelined, it seems.
But this time, he merely nods, and continues to work on his shirt buttons. Al grazes his knuckles against the bulge of my cock, and smiles in that shy, eager way that almost kills me. “Want you, Scorp,” he says, so quietly that I almost don't hear it. “Want to taste you.”
My legs feel unsteady, but I wait for it to pass and then step into the V of Al's legs. He looks like he can't quite believe this is happening, and I'm feeling the same way. He leans in and nuzzles at the ridge of my erection through my pants. Fuck. His mouth is hot and sweet, and even through the material I feel the damp heat of him waiting to take me in. I feel Father's eyes on us and, dear god, it makes everything so intense.
“I think you had better go slowly, Albus.” Father is smirking at me as he undoes his belt. “Scorpius doesn't look as though he can last very long at all. Really, Scorpius, are you nineteen, or fourteen?”
Hell. I bet the bastard thinks he's being very funny. Al looks up at me, his lips soft and full and open, rubbing his cheek and then his nose against me, breathing in the scent of my body. “I don't mind,” he says quietly. “I like making him come.”
You know what? I don't give a shit what my father says. I let out a heavy sigh, almost a groan, and arch against Al's face, a wet spot spreading over the material at the tip of my cock.
“And Scorp can get hard again, really fast,” Al tells Father. Oh god, I love Al so much. I daren’t look at Father’s face. I have a terrible feeling I might laugh.
Al pulls the waistband of my pants so that the head of my cock is free, then lets his tongue run over my slit. Uhhh.
“Really fast,” Al says.
I glance at my dad, and he’s not impressed. “Any bloody idiot can get it up. Having a clue what to do with it is quite another matter.”
He shucks off his underwear in one easy motion, his own erection curving upwards. Al lets out a little moan at the sight of it, his eyes glazed. Father steps towards us and then he actually jostles me aside, so that he's in front of Albus and I'm pushed to one side. “Albus,” he says, standing with his legs apart, holding his cock at the base so it points directly at Al's mouth. “Happy birthday.” He smiles as Al opens for him.
Merlin. Only my father could offer his own cock as a birthday treat with complete seriousness. Al takes it down, almost the full length of it, his eyes closing in bliss, and my own cock throbs with want. God, they look perfect together. Father's smile is almost cruel, his body lean and powerful, and Al looks transported, and so, so beautiful with his mouth full of cock.
I feel a jab of irritation, though, even as my eyes run all over the two of them. I can't stop looking at Al's mouth and the way Father's cock disappears as he feeds it between his lips, but... Al said he wanted me. He was just about to suck me, for fuck's sake, and Father pushed in, and—
Al pulls off and laps at the head, and I can imagine the feel of his avid, skillful mouth. Father cups his face with his hands, tenderly, as though Al is as precious to him as he is to me, and I feel like I don’t want to watch any more, the hot spikes of jealousy sudden and fierce in my gut.
“Draco...” Al says, and he makes it sound like poetry, his eyes dark and shining, and I can't look away, not even if I want to.
Then Father grips Al's hair and gives it to him in one deep, sure thrust, his thighs tensing as he drives forward until Al makes a small choking noise, and I'm just... uhhh. My hand wraps around my cock and I grip myself firmly, imagining the silky wet heat of Al's mouth and how the tightness of his throat must feel as Father nudges inside. Fuck. Father keeps holding Al's head, and now Al's eyes are watering, Father's gaze on him hot and gloating, drinking in every detail. Al's cock twitches in mid-air as Father shifts his stance, pressing just a little bit deeper, sinking Al's nose into the blond curls at the base of his cock.
It hurts to watch them, oh fuck, it still hurts, but it's also... it's like this is the match of the century, and I've got the best seat in the stands.
When Father releases Al's head, Al pulls back, gasping for air and making low, choking sounds, and I can't stand the way it makes me feel any more. There was a time when I would have been horrified to see my dad use Al like this, treat him roughly for his own enjoyment, but now all I can think is that I want it to be me, thrusting into that heavenly, hot mouth and making him struggle for breath.
“It's my turn now,” I say, and my voice is so much rougher and darker than I expected.
~*~
I look up at Scorp, and for a moment it's like I'm looking at Draco. They're always alike, of course, but there's usually something much softer about Scorp. His face is not so sharp as Draco's, and his eyes are a warmer shade of grey, and... I don't know. There's just something comfortable about him, most of the time. But at other times... there's this edge to him. And faced with the two of them, now, like this, both looking so... driven... both wanting me, and looking so mercenary about it, I feel a crazy shiver run all the way down my back until it settles at the base of my spine.
I have to swallow before I can speak. My throat feels rough anyway, from taking Draco so deep, and it comes out like a rasp. “Yes.”
Draco doesn't say anything, so I reach out a hand, and Scorp steps closer. He's still wearing his briefs, his cock thick and straining against the material. I feel light-headed with wanting him. Wanting both of them.
I shift sideways on the bed until I'm in front of Scorp. Oh, god, all I want is both of them. I dream about it sometimes, want it so bad that I can taste it, but Draco doesn't usually let us. He usually sends Scorp to the armchair to watch. But this time... this time…
I lift my hands to peel down Scorp's underwear, feel the stretch of the elastic against my fingers and the heat of his body beneath, when Draco says, “Stop.”
I look up at him and his face is stern. Oh, god. Oh, please...
He seems to be considering something, then he points to the floor. “I think we'll have you on your knees.”
It only takes a second to slip off his bed and onto the thick wool rug which lies on the floor. He looks down at me approvingly. “Very good. Now, Albus. Why don't you—”
Scorp interrupts him. “Remember, I've planned something, actually, Father? For Al's birthday.” He looks at Draco, and he's not smiling.
“This is for his birthday.” Draco strokes my cheek. “You like to please me, don't you, Albus?”
Before I can answer, Scorpius continues. “Yes, Father, but I thought that we'd—”
Draco's mouth is a thin line. “You thought what? You thought that you'd tell me what to do in my own bedroom?” He smiles, but it's not at all friendly.
I can see the tension in Scorp's body. “No, but—”
“No. While you're under my roof, you'll both do as I say.” He looks dangerous, standing there.
I don't know what to do. Scorp's hands are clenched at his sides. Oh, god, I just want him to be happy. I want to make them both feel so good, but maybe wanting this to work isn't enough. Maybe someone's always going to get hurt. I look up at Scorp, pleading silently with my eyes. Hoping he can fix it.
Scorp stays silent, his eyes flicking from me to Draco.
“Please,” I say. “Please.”
“All right.” Scorp’s shoulders drop down. “What, then, Father?”
Draco smiles, showing his teeth this time. He strokes my face again and this time, runs his thumb across my bottom lip, pulling at it just a little. “Now, Albus. I want you to let my son enjoy your mouth.”
I catch my breath for a moment. Yes. Oh, yes. Then tug at Scorp's pants, pulling them down till they're around his thighs, and then further, so he can step out of them. He's a little soft, now, and I feel anxious in case Draco says anything, but as soon as I lay my head against Scorp's thigh and nuzzle his cock with my face it starts to stir, filling out again. I take him between my lips, savouring the clean taste of him, tinged with salt and musk, and it takes no time at all to coax his prick back to being fully hard.
Draco sits down on the bed behind me, his knees either side of my back, watching over my shoulder. I wonder if he can feel the pulse of my blood thumping through my veins. My breath comes fast and shaky as I lick Scorp from the base right up to the tip and then swirl my tongue around the ridge of him. “Oh, yes, that's very good,” Draco purrs, and I do it again, hot all over at the thought of two sets of eyes on me.
I let Scorp slide into my mouth, all the way in, inch after perfect inch, and then I'm moaning around the length of him. Hell, it’s so good. I often bring myself off just thinking about exactly this – being down on my knees with my mouth full of cock. And now, the fact that Draco’s here, too... That Draco’s watching me do it, encouraging me...
“Oh, god, Al—” Scorp blurts out, and his hands fly to my hair.
“Mmm. He sucks cock like an angel, doesn't he?” Draco's praise curls into my ears like the sweetest music. He sits a little further forward on the bed and I feel his erection pressing against my back. “Is he the best you've had?”
“Fuck. Yes. The best by miles,” Scorp says, sounding breathless, and I feel like I'm flying.
Draco's hand snakes around my chest and lightly pinches at my nipple, gently twisting. I moan again, and then again, until Scorp's legs are trembling beneath my hands. Draco leans forward to speak closer to my ear, low and intimate. “I could fuck you like this.” His cock twitches against my back. “Have you sit on my lap and ride me, while I let you suck my son's cock. Would you like that?”
Oh, god. I'm dizzy with how badly I want them both. I actually have to stop for a moment, too unsteady to hold myself up, but Draco's hands grip me firmly and guide my head back to where Scorp's prick is waiting.
“Oh, Albus,” he whispers. “You want it so much, I know. Don't stop. It's my turn again soon.”
~*~
I'm not sure exactly how it came to this. I didn't intend to end up fucking Harry Potter's youngest boy on a regular basis, let alone sharing him with Scorpius. But here we are, and it turns out that it's surprisingly enjoyable to watch my son’s cock push into the sweet clench of Albus' talented mouth.
There’s a moment, at first... when I see how much Albus wants him. The same look of breathless anticipation on his face that I’ve seen directed at me so many times. It surprises me how I feel to see that; I don’t expect the brief twist of pain in my chest, but then I look at Scorpius, remember how very alike we are. Of course the boy wants us both. How could he not? Scorpius looks just like me when I was younger, and seeing the raw carnality of his face as Albus takes him down deep, I could almost be watching myself getting my cock sucked.
“Turn around – no – to the side, like that. And you move there, Scorpius. Yes.”
Yes That’s a much better angle, with the two of them side on to me. Scorpius shifts his hips, thrusting forward a little and I see every flicker of sensation that crosses Albus’ face. I have to admit it’s really a better view in many ways than when it’s Albus and I alone; I can see Albus’ throat working, saliva collecting on his chin. I can see the care and devotion he puts into the act. And it’s not as if I can’t join in any time that I like. I don’t know why I was so averse to the idea of seeing the two of them together before.
It doesn't hurt that Albus does look so very like his father, either.
My hand is in my lap, just resting there lightly and sending sparks along my skin every time it brushes against the length of my erection. It occurs to me that if Scorpius and I took turns to enjoy Albus, we could make far better use of him than we do now. I wonder how many times we could fuck him, each of us watching the other and resting in between, before we exhausted ourselves. I would think at least five. Possibly six or seven. I seem to remember being more or less unstoppable when I was Scorpius’ age. I wonder how long it would be before Albus begged for mercy.
I wonder if we’ve got time for that today.
~*~
Al’s mouth is about the best thing I’ve ever felt. I don’t know how he got so fucking good at this – and he just loves it. I can see it on his face. I can feel it, the way he really gives it all he’s got, and the noises he makes, and the way he slows right down when I’m about to come, as if he wants it to last as long as possible. And, oh, fuck, the way he closes his eyes, as if sucking my cock is the closest he can get to heaven, and then, bam, just like that, he opens them again and looks up at me with those eyes and the most filthy-sweet look on his face. It just about dazzles me.
I’m not going to last long. I never can last long when Al’s on his knees, but today, with my dad watching, his angular face taking everything in and nodding his approval as I give it to Al a little deeper… Merlin.
“Suck his balls,” Father says. He’s talking to Al, but it’s me he smiles at slyly as he speaks. “The way you love to do with mine.”
Fuck. I’m the one with my dick in Al’s mouth, but somehow it’s still all about my dad. Al nuzzles along the seam of my bollocks, then takes the left one tenderly into his mouth. Nnngh. Oh, hell. The shocks of pleasure radiate right down to my toes. I didn’t know Father liked this; I’ve never seen Al do it to him. I wonder what else he gets Al to do when I’m not there. I wonder if I can make Al tell me, later, or whether he’ll get all shy, and— holy fucking Merlin, Al’s mouth is going to kill me.
“That’s it,” Father says. “Now the other one.”
Ohhh. Al lets out a hum of happiness around my ball. I can’t— It’s too much. “Stop,” I gasp, and Al pulls off immediately and looks up at me, his eyes big and concerned.
“It’s OK,” I pant it out. “Just felt too good for a moment.” I cup his face with my hand. “You’re incredible,” I tell him, and his eyes soften, his lips nuzzling into my palm and placing a kiss there.
“Too much for you to handle, is he, Scorpius?” My dad’s smile is so fucking superior. One of his hands trails across Al’s shoulder, his fingers curling around the muscle, and part of me wants to slap it away.
“No, I’m fine,” I tell him, wishing my voice sounded steadier. I bring Al’s mouth back to my cock, cradling his face between my hands and sliding in again, the sweetness building, rippling along my thighs, the thought of coming in Al’s mouth while Father watches leaving me breathless, beyond words.
“Ahhhhh. Ahhh!” Al’s tongue, his lips, pull desperate sounds from me, and my hands are tightening in his hair when Father orders, “Stop.”
Al relaxes his mouth immediately, but I grip his hair and thrust forwards, whining. I’m so fucking close.
“Stop,” Father says, and he tugs at Al’s shoulder to physically pull him away from me.
I give a growl of frustration. Al looks anxious as he peers up at Father’s face, but Father just pulls him in and kisses him, slow and open-mouthed, and, hell, I think I might come anyway. Al’s cock is flushed and leaking onto the floor, and as Father tips Al’s head back, possessive fingers splaying over his throat, I see a shudder run through Al’s body that ends with his cock twitching powerfully in mid air.
“My turn,” Father whispers, and the part of me that isn’t fucking furious with him is thinking, As long as I get to watch.
Al reaches for him, a soft moan rising in his throat, but my dad gets to his feet and stands over him, his fingers twining in the curls of hair at Al’s nape. With the other hand he trails the head of his cock over Al’s lips.
Al’s eyes are glassy with need. He looks like he’s drunk on cock. “Please, oh please,” he breathes.
“Please what?” Father asks, and it seems cruel, when it’s clear Al can barely string a sentence together. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to hear the answer.
“Uhh. Give it to me, Draco.”
“Yes.” Father’s face is gloating. I sink down onto the bed, my legs shaky. I make sure I can still see everything: Albus’ eyes, dark and hungry, his mouth shiny with saliva, the way his nostrils flare as he leans towards my father, as if trying to drink in the smell of him.
“Please. I need it. Need your cock. Uhh. Want you to come in my mouth.” Al cranes his neck, trying to take Father between his lips, but my dad holds his shoulder and keeps him at bay.
“Yes. Soon. But, Albus…” Father grips his cock at the base. “Just a little bit of amusement, first. Do you think my son and I are the same size?” He slides his eyes slowly across to me. “Or is one of us bigger?”
What the fuck, Dad?
“Uhh. I don’t know.” A little furrow appears at the top of Al’s nose. “Big. You’re both big.”
“Yes, I know. But I think we can do better than that. It’s an interesting question, isn’t it?” Father tells him gently. “Come here, Scorpius.” Father points to the floor at his side, and when I don’t move, turns to look at me. “We need you over here.”
What kind of twisted bastard is my father, for god’s sake? Is fucking my boyfriend whenever he feels like it not enough for him now, that he wants me to join in with some sort of contest that’s straight out of the Hogwarts dorms? I stay right where I am. “Fuck you, Father.” My voice is quite even, considering the fact I’m quivering with annoyance.
“Ah,” he says, turning back to Al, his voice dripping with mock-sorrow. “I don’t think Scorpius wants to know the answer.”
Screw him. I’m not intimidated. Al’s certainly never had any complaints – hell, I know there’s nothing wrong with the size of me. I push down the churning mixture of what seems like anger and the cold trickle of humiliation, and get to my feet. He might be longer– Yeah. I guess he is. But so what? I’m pretty sure I’m thicker. The old tosser probably just looks big because he’s so skinny, anyway.
I walk over to Father, stand next to him with my shoulders back, but I can’t resist an anxious glance down at myself. What if— but no. I’m still hard. How could I not be, with Al at our feet looking like that? Even so, I make a fist and wank my foreskin back and forth a couple of times – there’s no harm in appearing to my best advantage and just to make sure, I picture myself pushing Al back onto the bed and fucking him, fast and furious, while my dad watches.
Al’s looking from one to the other of us as if he’s won the jackpot. “I. Uh.” He makes a whimpering sound in his throat and despite everything, my cock jerks in approval. “Scorp is thicker, I think,” Al says, the words slurring from his tongue, and a ridiculous surge of satisfaction blazes in me. “Draco’s a little longer.”
My father looks pleased with the answer, the stupid prick. He gazes smugly at himself and then me. “Well, I’m certain that neither of us have anything to be ashamed of, Scorpius.”
I widen my stance a little, shift position so that I’m closer to Albus. Closer to Father, who in turn angles himself so that we’re almost hip to hip.
“The Malfoy genes have blessed us both, don’t you think?” he asks me, and I can’t help it, I feel a purr of pride rumbling through my chest.
Both of our cocks are pointing directly at Al, and he stares up at us as if in a dream, heartbreakingly hopeful. I don’t think he can actually form words, but the question in his face is crystal clear.
I swallow hard. “Al seems pretty happy with what we’ve got,” I tell Father.
I shift on the spot and my hip bumps against Father’s. Albus groans, a long tangled sound of tortured desire, and Father meets my eyes and raises one eyebrow. “He’s a very fortunate boy. I wonder…”
I hold my breath. It feels like something unthinkable might be about to happen.
“Shall we give him what he wants, Scorpius?”
I have to wet my lips before I can speak. I feel as though I’m burning with a feverish madness. “Both of us,” I say, hardly daring to voice it. “He wants to do it to both of us together.”
My father inclines his head. It’s not quite a nod. But it’s something.
“Yes,” I tell him. It’s a poor croak of a thing. “Yes,” I say again, more firmly.
Al’s eyes are wider than ever, as if he can’t believe what he’s hearing. As if he can’t bear to miss a moment of what’s happening. When my father’s cock nudges between his lips, and I line mine up ready for a turn, my legs begin to shake with something I can’t quite name, but I can’t tear my gaze from Al’s face and the look of blissful anticipation painted all over it.
~*~
I’d know Draco’s taste with my eyes shut. It’s never a strong taste, but I can’t get enough of it. He smells impossibly good, too. His cologne is subtly seductive, and I don’t know what he uses when he bathes but, man, the traces it leaves on his body are enough to make my mouth water. His skin is always fresh and clean, but there’s something else to it, something very masculine, a hint of smoke and leather, of rarefied things, the luxurious fabrics he dresses himself in. Draco tastes expensive, hell yes, and it makes me want to bury my nose in the curls at the base of his cock and snuffle around like a dog.
Scorp tastes more like the beach: sea and sunshine and salt and good times and something sweet, like coconut. I gaze up at him, watching me take his dad’s cock, and he looks so intent, so hungry for it that my chest flips over. But there’s something else in his eyes, something a bit lost, a little bit fearful, and I wonder, I wonder what it is we’re doing here and whether it’s OK to want them both so much.
They’re both standing in front of me, and Draco murmurs something. I’m not even sure what he’s saying, but he looks pleased with me, so pleased, and, oh god, as he slides in again, I ache with how right he tastes.
He touches my face, stroking my cheek as I hollow it, just how he likes it. I want to do everything just as he wants. “Good boy. Oh, Albus.” And then Scorp’s cock – Scorp’s beautiful, thick cock – is brushing against my other cheek and I’m moaning like I might never stop.
~*~
It occurs to me that perhaps I should feel guilty for involving these two young men in something rather sordid... Ah, well. I've done worse things than this in my life. They both seem delighted with the arrangement, anyway. And it can’t do Scorpius any harm to learn about pleasure alongside someone who’s a bit of an expert. I wish my father had been thoughtful enough to do the same for me, in fact. I pull Albus onto me until my cock is nudging at his throat, hold him like that for long, delicious seconds until his eyes start to water.
Mine, I think. I don’t need to say it aloud. We both know it. I can see it in his face. I don’t mind sharing with Scorpius – I haven’t got time to keep the boy amused all the time, anyway. Just as long as we’re all quite clear how this works on the times when I am around.
I pull out slowly, riveted by the strand of saliva that stretches from Albus’ tongue to the head of my cock, but before the string has snapped, Scorpius pushes in to take my place between Albus’ waiting lips. He’s watching Albus as if he’s never seen anyone suck cock before, and Albus… Albus takes it as only he can. A string of soft moans bubble from his throat.
“Yes,” I tell them, “deeper,” and it’s a heady thrill when they both comply. In fact… why not? I take hold of Albus’ head, guide him onto my son’s cock. Yes. Yes, just like that. I steer him in a steady, relentless back-and-forth until Scorpius sounds like he’s gasping for breath and there’s a rushing in my own ears. I pull Albus away abruptly and sink into the wet velvet of his mouth myself. I’m surprisingly close to coming. His tongue laps at my crown and – fuck, yes – I have to pull out again before I get carried away. “Do that to Scorpius,” I tell him, and watch my son’s eyes screw shut in pleasure as Albus obeys. “Now me. Ahhh yes, Albus, yes. You’re so very good at this.”
His head turns from one of us to the other, taking us in turn, so eager to please. Such a slut for it. Scorpius has edged even closer, and as he sinks deep into Albus’ mouth, Albus reaches for my cock and looks up at me, his lips wet and shiny and stretched. He looks almost beseeching, his eyes wide and ardent. I would have to be hard-hearted indeed to resist. And it is his birthday, after all.
I allow him to angle our cocks so that the heads are a hair’s breadth from touching. His breath is hot and damp as he looks up at us, as if to check that he’s really allowed. A strangled sound comes from Scorpius’ mouth and then Albus’ tongue curls out, wide and soft and greedy, and laps at both of us together.
It’s… surprisingly intense. I hear myself gasping as he glides his lips, his tongue, across our erections. I feel it right down to the soles of my feet, raw and addictive, and push down the nagging thrum of guilt about what it is I’m allowing. What harm can it do? We’re all adults here, all enjoying ourselves. No-one needs to know what Scorpius and I get up to in the privacy of our own home. And – I flick a glance to his face – Scorpius certainly isn’t unhappy with the situation.
Albus stretches his neck, searching for the angle that will allow him to take us both in at once. I know we can’t both fuck his mouth at the same time. The unfortunate reality is that teeth get in the way. But we can get damned close to it. I wind my fingers firmly in his hair. “Open, Albus. Open wide.”
I think my brain might overload. I mean it. I think something might actually give way.
Al’s never been more desirable. I could come just from the look on his face, the aching wonder of it. His lips part and he nuzzles and licks at us as if it’s what he was born to do. I stare and stare at his mouth, so open, willing, avid, until I’m dizzy from looking at it.
“Albus,” my dad murmurs, and his sharp gaze is fixed on Albus, seemingly every bit as fascinated as I am by the sight of him with a cock in each hand trying to stretch his lips around both. “Oh, yes, you like that, don’t you?”
A hideous, inappropriate tickle of laughter swells in my belly. This is so fucking hilarious, because this is better than I'd planned, everything I'd dreamed of, but I always doubted my dad would agree to it, and now here we are, with him thinking it's his idea, all triumphant and shit. I want to laugh out loud, but it’s kind of tinged with hysteria. I didn’t know it was going to feel like this. Like flying too fast in the dark on a broom that’s not even yours. Like you might hit a tree – for all you know, you might hit a bloody cliff at any moment, because you can’t see anything up ahead – but, god, the exhilaration of it, and the night sky is so fucking beautiful, and it feels like starlight is rushing through your veins, glittering and fierce.
I look down; there’s my boyfriend, worshipping me and my father with his mouth and looking as though it’s the best birthday present ever. I feel like I’m flying much too high, but I can’t stop now, can’t ever stop. I’m going to come. Merlin, I’m going to come and I’m so fucking turned on that it scares me a little.
Father’s cock, slippery with Al’s saliva, slides against mine inside Al’s mouth, and it’s like an electric thrill of sensation. I cry out, high and amazed, and clutch at Al’s hair to keep my balance.
“Scorpius,” Father, his voice stern. “Not yet. Wait.”
I need to come. I have to come. How can I not fucking come? But I pull away from the two of them, breathless, my cock twitching helplessly into the air, and somehow manage to keep my balls from emptying out right there on the floor.
I think this is the best day of my life. It’s way better than my real birthday – hell, better than all of my birthdays put together.
Scorp’s so close to coming, I could feel him juddering with it just now, and, god, the way Draco’s looking at me, hungry and sharp, but also protective. Like I’m something precious.
Scorp looked scared earlier, but I can’t feel bad or worried any more when I’m here like this, giving myself to both of them. Draco’s hand is in my hair, holding me steady and I know he’s going to make it so good for all of us. I can make it good for all of us. I know I can. We’ll be OK. Won’t we?
“Touch yourself,” Draco tells me, and while part of me wants to cry at the sheer relief of it, another part doesn’t want it to be over.
I just want to do this for ever and ever.
~*~
Al’s cock is so dark, so flushed. It looks almost painful, the way it jerks in his palm at the merest touch. He’s going to last about four seconds before he spurts everywhere.
My own balls feel so fucking full I think they might explode. Father caresses Al’s face, trailing his fingers over his cheeks, his mouth. Holding his own cock out like a prize. “Don’t come yet. Not till I say. You want it, don’t you, Albus?”
Al just moans and cranes his neck, but Father stands just out of reach.
“I know what you need. You want to come with your mouth full of cock, don’t you?”
“Uh. Please.” Al’s still kneeling, his legs spread wide, cock in hand, not daring to move in case he comes. “Please, Draco. Want it.”
“I know.” My dad’s voice is low and reassuring. He steps towards Al, but ignores his parted lips and rubs his cock against Al’s cheek, instead. “I know.” He brushes Al’s hair back from his forehead, rubs his cock over the damp skin there, and then across the other cheek. His movements are so gentle. Al croons in his throat and closes his eyes, his face yearning and full of reverence. My dad follows the outline of his parted lips with the head of his cock, leaving a smear of pre-come above his top lip. The look on Al’s face, and the fucking intensity that sizzles in the air between the two of them… a sudden stab of jealousy pierces my chest, but at the same time, I have to turn away and grip the base of my cock, hard, to stop myself coming.
“Here, Scorpius,” Father says. Like he’s calling a dog to heel. But I go where he wants me, anyway. Al looks drugged with arousal, his pupils wide and dark, his face slack with pleasure.
“Are you ready?” Father asks me, and I want to laugh at how stupid a question this is.
“What the fuck do you think, Father?” Something makes it come out sharper than I intended. Something about the way Al’s looking at him as if he hung the moon.
Father shoots a look at me, but that’s all, before turning back to Al and letting his prick slip between his waiting lips again. “Ahh.” I can see how hungry Al is for it, how he hollows his cheeks. Father lets out a groan of satisfaction. “Yes,” he says, and Al’s eyes fall closed, his whole face a blissful clench of need.
“Use your hand on Scorpius,” Father tells Al, and I can hear the moan of delight that rumbles in Al’s throat.
“It’ll make me come,” I tell them both, because there’s not the slightest doubt about it.
“Good,” says Father, sounding breathless, and Al moans again, long and loud, and I’m pushing myself into his outstretched hand and feeling like I might break apart with how badly I need this.
Father’s thrusting deep into Al’s mouth, not holding anything back now. “Go on, Scorpius. Ahh— Give it to him.” He gives me a smile that can only be described as depraved. “Do it all over his face.”
Holy Merlin. Father’s words tip me over the edge. I start to come and, hell, it’s fucking fierce. My legs shake violently, and then Father’s holding me up with a strong hand on my arm. Ahhh. Fuck. The first pulse of come hits Al’s face, streaking across his cheek, and I’m startled by the force of it. Father’s fingers dig into my arm and he arches into Al’s mouth and cries out, louder than I’ve heard him before.
I’m coming so hard I think I might never stop. I guess this is what happens when you abstain for days. It hits Al’s nose, his chin, more and more of it, and then, fuck, it’s even dripping down onto Father’s cock as he slams into Al’s mouth. I know it’s wrong – god, so terribly wrong – but that wrongness throbs through me with an addictive rapture as I watch.
I’m gasping and shaking. Al’s beautiful, hell, so beautiful. Every muscle in his body is pulled taut and then he comes, too, with Father’s spunk filling his mouth and mine splattered on his face and dripping down his chin. It’s utterly debauched, and yet he makes it look like something holy.
I wish I could tell him everything I feel. My dad’s arm is around me, holding me steady. Al shudders and moans at our feet, the last of my orgasm shivers through me, hot and joyful and thrilling, and I’m thinking, I’m so lucky. I’m so bloody lucky.
Yep, I was pretty gone. At first I didn’t really take in where we were, but when I realised, I started grinning. I always said this bath was big enough for three. The two of them are chatting over my head, some jokey conversation about whose turn it is to Floo-call Scorp’s grandma that evening. They’re needling at each other as usual, in their haughty voices, but it all sounds fairly good-natured. Their legs nudge against mine under the fragrant, bubbly water, Scorp on one side, and Draco on the other, their wet hair lying sleek against their heads, their faces sharp and handsome and strong, and I feel like I could just lie here forever. I don’t need anything else in the world.
~*~
We’ve been in here for quite a while, far longer than I expected Father to tolerate. If he feels anything like me after that monumental sex, though, he’s happy to lie here, semi-boneless, enjoying the warm water and the sight of Al’s soapy wet body lying pliant between us.
Father closes his eyes and lies with his head back. I turn on my side, so that I’m facing Al, and give him a long, slow, open-mouthed kiss. It’s lazy and delicious, with Al murmuring happy, grateful things against my lips, and I’ve almost forgotten Father is there when he interrupts us, sounding irritable.
“I still want you to take that money, Albus. If you won’t do anything sensible with it, then buy yourself something frivolous.”
It’s not the worst idea in the world, I suppose.
“Buy those dragonhide trousers we saw,” I tell Al, and he laughs. “Fuck, do it. You should see them, Father. Soft as butter, and you wouldn’t believe how tight. Finest Horntail hide. I would have got them for him on the spot, but the price tag was something else.”
There’s a pause during which I’m sure Father’s picturing Al’s arse and legs encased in black leather. I know I am. Father smirks to himself. “Hmm. Those jeans he arrived in were bad enough. If this boy steps outside the house wearing dragonhide, the Aurors will be after him.”
“Ha, yeah, that’s right, Al. Your dad’ll come and arrest you.”
Al’s blushing and laughing at the same time. “Arrest me for what, exactly?”
“Public indecency,” I tell him.
“I suspect your hide-clad backside could cause a riot,” my dad suggests.
“Incitement to lewdness,” I add.
We all snicker at that one. I reckon Father is groping Al under cover of the bubbles, because Al’s eyes have gone a bit unfocused again. “I don’t need any more clothes. I’ve— ah. Got my new hoodie.” He sighs, and shifts his position slightly, spreading his legs.
“Mmm. You’re very tight.” Father’s eyes are glittering and greedy. “When did you last fuck him, Scorpius?”
Merlin. I know exactly when it was. It was last Friday, nearly ten days ago, and it seems like a lifetime…
Al moans, and his cock bobs up above the water, hard and eager. The bubbles part and I see Father’s arm twisting, moving between Al’s legs. I imagine his long fingers stroking, insistent, working their way inside Al.
“Take that money,” he says, and I can tell he’s not in a mood to have his wishes disobeyed. “I want you to have it.”
Al squirms and makes a sound, but I can’t tell whether it’s protest or encouragement.
“Buy something. Anything you want. Enjoy it.”
Al’s brow is furrowed, but Father’s arm twists again and Al’s mouth drops open. “Uhhhh. It’s your money,” Al says. “You enjoy it.”
Father strokes the hair back from Al’s face, his other hand still busy between Al’s legs. “I shall enjoy thinking of you spending it. It will give me great pleasure.”
Fuck, my dad can actually be quite charming sometimes.
Al’s thinking. “We ought to— uhh. We could spend it on something for all three of us. Have a holiday or something.”
And now I know he’s gone crazy. The three of us, travelling together? Yeah, like the Prophet wouldn’t somehow get hold of that story. Potter the Pervert! Harry’s heir in sick Malfoy love triangle.
Al stretches his arms above his head. “Wouldn’t that be great? Where would we go? No work to hassle us. Nothing to disturb us. Just a sunny beach, some good food, and – ahhh – loads and loads of sex.”
Shit. I know it can’t happen, but it would be seriously amazing. I picture Al, naked and seductive on the sand of some private beach, his hair tousled from the salt water, skin turning more golden brown every day...
“Some of us have to work for a living.” Father’s voice is like iced water dripping onto sun-warmed flesh. He always has to spoil things.
Al looks as if he’s six and someone stole his chocolate frog. “It was just an idea. Something nice to think about. I— just didn’t want today to be over. I know you have to work.”
Father looks at his disappointed face, then softens. “I do. But not for the rest of the day. I’m taking it off in honour of your birthday.” He sits up and uses the buoyancy of the water to pull a slippery, wet Al into his lap. “Scorpius… add some more hot water, would you?”
It feels too good lying here stretched out to move. “Why do I have to do it?”
“Because I left my wand in the bedroom. And I happen to be busy.” He smiles at Al, and murmurs something to him, low and intimate, as if I’m not even here.
I stand up, and reach for my wand, grumbling to myself.
“Don’t be so tiresome, Scorpius.” I don’t know exactly what Father’s doing to Al, but Al seems to be enjoying it. A lot. “If you stop sulking, you can have another turn with Albus when I’ve finished.”
I give my wand a tetchy flick and set fresh water cascading into the bath at the far end. There’s a low simmer of
resentment in my belly, but as I turn back to the two of them, Al’s watching me, his eyes soft under heavy lids. He gives me a look of such warmth, such sweetness… like he’s having the best time and he just wants me to share in this moment with him. And despite myself, I feel the corners of my mouth twitch helplessly up into a smile.
My cock stirs beneath the water, oblivious to everything except the piercingly hot sight of my boyfriend shuddering in my father’s lap. I wrap a hand around myself and begin with languid, unhurried strokes as I lie back to enjoy the show.
Merlin on a fucking broomstick, Al looks as if he's about to come in his new jeans just from my dad groping his arse a bit. I feel the familiar compelling twist of heat and darkness in my stomach, as complicated and pleasurable as the very first time. My eyes run all over them, their tangle of limbs and hungry mouths right here in front of me. It's somehow even more taboo that this is happening in our drawing room, where we're in the habit of entertaining the gentry: my boyfriend, writhing in my father's lap, shameless and persistent. I want to soak up every detail, every sigh and grunt, but it wasn't meant to be like this. Not today. I clear my throat, and Father's eyes dart to me. I can see he'd completely forgotten I'm here, but I suppose he does literally have his hands full.
“I thought we were all going to celebrate,” I say, trying to sound casual about it rather than petulant, and I see Al soften at last in my dad's arms.
He turns his head. His eyes are wide and dark, his mouth already wet and well-kissed. “Yes, please, Scorp. I want both of you. Oh, please.”
I meet Father's eye over Al's head and raise my eyebrows. “Father?”
He sighs, but it seems more for show than out of real reluctance. He raises a hand to me, and as soon as I clasp it, the three of us are plunged into the fleeting darkness of Apparition, and then tumbling onto the soft wide space of Father's four-poster.
Al laughs with relief and sinks back onto the creamy white expanse of my father's sheets. “Oh, god. I can't even tell you how much I've been waiting for this.“
Father kicks off his boots and crawls towards where Al is lying. “What have you been waiting for? Tell us.”
Al laughs again, but when he speaks again, it's softer, more shy. “You. You and Scorp. I've wanted you both so much.”
I toe off my shoes, and wonder if I dare strip off yet or whether I should wait. Father's face is full of a sly hunger. “I know what you want. And so does Scorpius. Say it now, Albus. Tell us exactly what you need.”
It's so fucking cute how Al still gets shy. I've lost track of how many times I've seen him with my dad's cock inside him. How many times I've sucked him off, how often he's seen me wanking to the sight of Father pounding away. How many times I've felt his tight arse clenching around me. But he turns his head away now, at the question, his smile secretive and slightly dorky.
“I want you. I want you both. I want... “
Father's on his hands and knees, his arms either side of Al's face. “Yes?”
Al smiles up at him, bites his lip, his eyes half-closed. My stomach flips over with wanting him so much. “I want your cock, Draco,” Al tells him, in a whisper. “I want your cock, and I want Scorp's, too.”
My father's eyes are alight, his face only a couple of inches from Al's. “You're a greedy slut, aren't you?”
A small whimper escapes from Al's throat, and I see his cock throb in his jeans. My father sees it too, and places his palm across the thick bulge, his expression gloating.
“Please. God. I need it.”
“Oh, you shall have it. Don't worry about that.”
Al writhes upwards, pressing towards my father's touch. I can't wait any more. I snatch off my socks and start to undo my shirt. Al turns his head to watch and makes a low moan of longing.
“We'll give this desperate little cockslut what he needs, won't we, Scorpius?”
Merlin. My father's face is almost exultant. I've got my shirt undone, and I shuck it off onto the floor. “Father.”
He doesn't take his eyes from Al, watching Al's face as he presses the heel of his palm against Al's cock. “Yes?”
“I've got an idea. For Al's birthday.”
He frowns. “Yes, I know. And we're doing it, aren't we?” He looks down at Al again and smiles. “We're doing it right now.”
“Something different.” I say. “Al, do you want something different?”
Al's eyes are unfocused. He makes a raw sound as my father strokes the length of his cock through the denim.
“Al.”
“Uh. Scorp. You're— uh. Amazing. Want you.”
“Yes. You want me and Father together, don't you? Something new.”
“God, yes. Anything. Please.”
Father turns his head now, his forehead creasing. “What now?”
“Please, Father. It's for Al.” I'm shrugging off my trousers now, and then stop as they both look at me, feeling very exposed standing there with my underpants tented obscenely.
“Scorp...” Al moans. “Yes. Please...”
I sit on the bed, my legs curled beside me, and reach for him. I brush his hair from his face, cradle his cheek in my palm. My dad sits back on his haunches, working at Al's belt, slipping the prong out of the hole. Al looks from one to the other of us and his face is full of wonder. I bend to kiss him, keeping it slow and sensuous, resisting his hand clenching around my neck to pull me in. Father peels Al's jeans off, the denim clinging to Al’s legs, and we all stop and watch his cock spring free, thick and dark, a pearl of liquid gathering at the slit. Fuck, it’s beautiful. But Al moans at the sight of himself, as if seeing it makes his desperation that little bit more real.
My own cock twitches, powerful and insistent, and I touch myself through the cotton of my pants. Al wets his lips. “Scorp... “ He reaches for me, stretches a hand towards my erection, but my father frowns and shakes his head.
Oh hell. This is never going to work, if Father won't even let Al touch me. He's so fucking mercurial about what he will and won't allow. After that incredible day when he let Al have both of us at the same time, he banished me back to the chair for about a month, the bastard, and it didn't matter how much Al begged – he wasn't playing. I'm pretty sure Father enjoyed it as much as we did, but he just likes the power of it, the sick bastard.
Al's bottom lip plumps into a pout. “But, Draco...” He looks confused and hurt again. “I thought...”
Father shakes his head. “Not until you take this off.” He pulls at the hem of Al's new jumper. “Cashmere and cleaning charms do not mix.”
Fuck. That sounds promising. That sounds like...
“Yeah, Al, you don't want to get spunk on your fancy present.” I wink at him, and he sits up and wriggles out of the jumper in a flash. He usually dumps his clothes on the floor, but this time he folds it and looks around for somewhere to put it. I take it from him and lay it carefully over the armchair. I've no intention of ending up on the chair myself. Not this time.
Al sits on the bed, wide-eyed and full of a breathless longing, like a child on his first visit to Honeydukes. Father stands and starts to undo the cuffs of his shirt. Al watches for a moment, then reaches for me again, looking at Father questioningly as he skims his fingers across my cotton-covered hard-on.
It's really anyone's guess what Father will permit on any one day. Sometimes he's even kept me out of the room, but Al usually complains fiercely enough that he relents. But what he will never consent to is watching me and Al without taking part. My father dislikes being sidelined, it seems.
But this time, he merely nods, and continues to work on his shirt buttons. Al grazes his knuckles against the bulge of my cock, and smiles in that shy, eager way that almost kills me. “Want you, Scorp,” he says, so quietly that I almost don't hear it. “Want to taste you.”
My legs feel unsteady, but I wait for it to pass and then step into the V of Al's legs. He looks like he can't quite believe this is happening, and I'm feeling the same way. He leans in and nuzzles at the ridge of my erection through my pants. Fuck. His mouth is hot and sweet, and even through the material I feel the damp heat of him waiting to take me in. I feel Father's eyes on us and, dear god, it makes everything so intense.
“I think you had better go slowly, Albus.” Father is smirking at me as he undoes his belt. “Scorpius doesn't look as though he can last very long at all. Really, Scorpius, are you nineteen, or fourteen?”
Hell. I bet the bastard thinks he's being very funny. Al looks up at me, his lips soft and full and open, rubbing his cheek and then his nose against me, breathing in the scent of my body. “I don't mind,” he says quietly. “I like making him come.”
You know what? I don't give a shit what my father says. I let out a heavy sigh, almost a groan, and arch against Al's face, a wet spot spreading over the material at the tip of my cock.
“And Scorp can get hard again, really fast,” Al tells Father. Oh god, I love Al so much. I daren’t look at Father’s face. I have a terrible feeling I might laugh.
Al pulls the waistband of my pants so that the head of my cock is free, then lets his tongue run over my slit. Uhhh.
“Really fast,” Al says.
I glance at my dad, and he’s not impressed. “Any bloody idiot can get it up. Having a clue what to do with it is quite another matter.”
He shucks off his underwear in one easy motion, his own erection curving upwards. Al lets out a little moan at the sight of it, his eyes glazed. Father steps towards us and then he actually jostles me aside, so that he's in front of Albus and I'm pushed to one side. “Albus,” he says, standing with his legs apart, holding his cock at the base so it points directly at Al's mouth. “Happy birthday.” He smiles as Al opens for him.
Merlin. Only my father could offer his own cock as a birthday treat with complete seriousness. Al takes it down, almost the full length of it, his eyes closing in bliss, and my own cock throbs with want. God, they look perfect together. Father's smile is almost cruel, his body lean and powerful, and Al looks transported, and so, so beautiful with his mouth full of cock.
I feel a jab of irritation, though, even as my eyes run all over the two of them. I can't stop looking at Al's mouth and the way Father's cock disappears as he feeds it between his lips, but... Al said he wanted me. He was just about to suck me, for fuck's sake, and Father pushed in, and—
Al pulls off and laps at the head, and I can imagine the feel of his avid, skillful mouth. Father cups his face with his hands, tenderly, as though Al is as precious to him as he is to me, and I feel like I don’t want to watch any more, the hot spikes of jealousy sudden and fierce in my gut.
“Draco...” Al says, and he makes it sound like poetry, his eyes dark and shining, and I can't look away, not even if I want to.
Then Father grips Al's hair and gives it to him in one deep, sure thrust, his thighs tensing as he drives forward until Al makes a small choking noise, and I'm just... uhhh. My hand wraps around my cock and I grip myself firmly, imagining the silky wet heat of Al's mouth and how the tightness of his throat must feel as Father nudges inside. Fuck. Father keeps holding Al's head, and now Al's eyes are watering, Father's gaze on him hot and gloating, drinking in every detail. Al's cock twitches in mid-air as Father shifts his stance, pressing just a little bit deeper, sinking Al's nose into the blond curls at the base of his cock.
It hurts to watch them, oh fuck, it still hurts, but it's also... it's like this is the match of the century, and I've got the best seat in the stands.
When Father releases Al's head, Al pulls back, gasping for air and making low, choking sounds, and I can't stand the way it makes me feel any more. There was a time when I would have been horrified to see my dad use Al like this, treat him roughly for his own enjoyment, but now all I can think is that I want it to be me, thrusting into that heavenly, hot mouth and making him struggle for breath.
“It's my turn now,” I say, and my voice is so much rougher and darker than I expected.
~*~
I look up at Scorp, and for a moment it's like I'm looking at Draco. They're always alike, of course, but there's usually something much softer about Scorp. His face is not so sharp as Draco's, and his eyes are a warmer shade of grey, and... I don't know. There's just something comfortable about him, most of the time. But at other times... there's this edge to him. And faced with the two of them, now, like this, both looking so... driven... both wanting me, and looking so mercenary about it, I feel a crazy shiver run all the way down my back until it settles at the base of my spine.
I have to swallow before I can speak. My throat feels rough anyway, from taking Draco so deep, and it comes out like a rasp. “Yes.”
Draco doesn't say anything, so I reach out a hand, and Scorp steps closer. He's still wearing his briefs, his cock thick and straining against the material. I feel light-headed with wanting him. Wanting both of them.
I shift sideways on the bed until I'm in front of Scorp. Oh, god, all I want is both of them. I dream about it sometimes, want it so bad that I can taste it, but Draco doesn't usually let us. He usually sends Scorp to the armchair to watch. But this time... this time…
I lift my hands to peel down Scorp's underwear, feel the stretch of the elastic against my fingers and the heat of his body beneath, when Draco says, “Stop.”
I look up at him and his face is stern. Oh, god. Oh, please...
He seems to be considering something, then he points to the floor. “I think we'll have you on your knees.”
It only takes a second to slip off his bed and onto the thick wool rug which lies on the floor. He looks down at me approvingly. “Very good. Now, Albus. Why don't you—”
Scorp interrupts him. “Remember, I've planned something, actually, Father? For Al's birthday.” He looks at Draco, and he's not smiling.
“This is for his birthday.” Draco strokes my cheek. “You like to please me, don't you, Albus?”
Before I can answer, Scorpius continues. “Yes, Father, but I thought that we'd—”
Draco's mouth is a thin line. “You thought what? You thought that you'd tell me what to do in my own bedroom?” He smiles, but it's not at all friendly.
I can see the tension in Scorp's body. “No, but—”
“No. While you're under my roof, you'll both do as I say.” He looks dangerous, standing there.
I don't know what to do. Scorp's hands are clenched at his sides. Oh, god, I just want him to be happy. I want to make them both feel so good, but maybe wanting this to work isn't enough. Maybe someone's always going to get hurt. I look up at Scorp, pleading silently with my eyes. Hoping he can fix it.
Scorp stays silent, his eyes flicking from me to Draco.
“Please,” I say. “Please.”
“All right.” Scorp’s shoulders drop down. “What, then, Father?”
Draco smiles, showing his teeth this time. He strokes my face again and this time, runs his thumb across my bottom lip, pulling at it just a little. “Now, Albus. I want you to let my son enjoy your mouth.”
I catch my breath for a moment. Yes. Oh, yes. Then tug at Scorp's pants, pulling them down till they're around his thighs, and then further, so he can step out of them. He's a little soft, now, and I feel anxious in case Draco says anything, but as soon as I lay my head against Scorp's thigh and nuzzle his cock with my face it starts to stir, filling out again. I take him between my lips, savouring the clean taste of him, tinged with salt and musk, and it takes no time at all to coax his prick back to being fully hard.
Draco sits down on the bed behind me, his knees either side of my back, watching over my shoulder. I wonder if he can feel the pulse of my blood thumping through my veins. My breath comes fast and shaky as I lick Scorp from the base right up to the tip and then swirl my tongue around the ridge of him. “Oh, yes, that's very good,” Draco purrs, and I do it again, hot all over at the thought of two sets of eyes on me.
I let Scorp slide into my mouth, all the way in, inch after perfect inch, and then I'm moaning around the length of him. Hell, it’s so good. I often bring myself off just thinking about exactly this – being down on my knees with my mouth full of cock. And now, the fact that Draco’s here, too... That Draco’s watching me do it, encouraging me...
“Oh, god, Al—” Scorp blurts out, and his hands fly to my hair.
“Mmm. He sucks cock like an angel, doesn't he?” Draco's praise curls into my ears like the sweetest music. He sits a little further forward on the bed and I feel his erection pressing against my back. “Is he the best you've had?”
“Fuck. Yes. The best by miles,” Scorp says, sounding breathless, and I feel like I'm flying.
Draco's hand snakes around my chest and lightly pinches at my nipple, gently twisting. I moan again, and then again, until Scorp's legs are trembling beneath my hands. Draco leans forward to speak closer to my ear, low and intimate. “I could fuck you like this.” His cock twitches against my back. “Have you sit on my lap and ride me, while I let you suck my son's cock. Would you like that?”
Oh, god. I'm dizzy with how badly I want them both. I actually have to stop for a moment, too unsteady to hold myself up, but Draco's hands grip me firmly and guide my head back to where Scorp's prick is waiting.
“Oh, Albus,” he whispers. “You want it so much, I know. Don't stop. It's my turn again soon.”
~*~
I'm not sure exactly how it came to this. I didn't intend to end up fucking Harry Potter's youngest boy on a regular basis, let alone sharing him with Scorpius. But here we are, and it turns out that it's surprisingly enjoyable to watch my son’s cock push into the sweet clench of Albus' talented mouth.
There’s a moment, at first... when I see how much Albus wants him. The same look of breathless anticipation on his face that I’ve seen directed at me so many times. It surprises me how I feel to see that; I don’t expect the brief twist of pain in my chest, but then I look at Scorpius, remember how very alike we are. Of course the boy wants us both. How could he not? Scorpius looks just like me when I was younger, and seeing the raw carnality of his face as Albus takes him down deep, I could almost be watching myself getting my cock sucked.
“Turn around – no – to the side, like that. And you move there, Scorpius. Yes.”
Yes That’s a much better angle, with the two of them side on to me. Scorpius shifts his hips, thrusting forward a little and I see every flicker of sensation that crosses Albus’ face. I have to admit it’s really a better view in many ways than when it’s Albus and I alone; I can see Albus’ throat working, saliva collecting on his chin. I can see the care and devotion he puts into the act. And it’s not as if I can’t join in any time that I like. I don’t know why I was so averse to the idea of seeing the two of them together before.
It doesn't hurt that Albus does look so very like his father, either.
My hand is in my lap, just resting there lightly and sending sparks along my skin every time it brushes against the length of my erection. It occurs to me that if Scorpius and I took turns to enjoy Albus, we could make far better use of him than we do now. I wonder how many times we could fuck him, each of us watching the other and resting in between, before we exhausted ourselves. I would think at least five. Possibly six or seven. I seem to remember being more or less unstoppable when I was Scorpius’ age. I wonder how long it would be before Albus begged for mercy.
I wonder if we’ve got time for that today.
~*~
Al’s mouth is about the best thing I’ve ever felt. I don’t know how he got so fucking good at this – and he just loves it. I can see it on his face. I can feel it, the way he really gives it all he’s got, and the noises he makes, and the way he slows right down when I’m about to come, as if he wants it to last as long as possible. And, oh, fuck, the way he closes his eyes, as if sucking my cock is the closest he can get to heaven, and then, bam, just like that, he opens them again and looks up at me with those eyes and the most filthy-sweet look on his face. It just about dazzles me.
I’m not going to last long. I never can last long when Al’s on his knees, but today, with my dad watching, his angular face taking everything in and nodding his approval as I give it to Al a little deeper… Merlin.
“Suck his balls,” Father says. He’s talking to Al, but it’s me he smiles at slyly as he speaks. “The way you love to do with mine.”
Fuck. I’m the one with my dick in Al’s mouth, but somehow it’s still all about my dad. Al nuzzles along the seam of my bollocks, then takes the left one tenderly into his mouth. Nnngh. Oh, hell. The shocks of pleasure radiate right down to my toes. I didn’t know Father liked this; I’ve never seen Al do it to him. I wonder what else he gets Al to do when I’m not there. I wonder if I can make Al tell me, later, or whether he’ll get all shy, and— holy fucking Merlin, Al’s mouth is going to kill me.
“That’s it,” Father says. “Now the other one.”
Ohhh. Al lets out a hum of happiness around my ball. I can’t— It’s too much. “Stop,” I gasp, and Al pulls off immediately and looks up at me, his eyes big and concerned.
“It’s OK,” I pant it out. “Just felt too good for a moment.” I cup his face with my hand. “You’re incredible,” I tell him, and his eyes soften, his lips nuzzling into my palm and placing a kiss there.
“Too much for you to handle, is he, Scorpius?” My dad’s smile is so fucking superior. One of his hands trails across Al’s shoulder, his fingers curling around the muscle, and part of me wants to slap it away.
“No, I’m fine,” I tell him, wishing my voice sounded steadier. I bring Al’s mouth back to my cock, cradling his face between my hands and sliding in again, the sweetness building, rippling along my thighs, the thought of coming in Al’s mouth while Father watches leaving me breathless, beyond words.
“Ahhhhh. Ahhh!” Al’s tongue, his lips, pull desperate sounds from me, and my hands are tightening in his hair when Father orders, “Stop.”
Al relaxes his mouth immediately, but I grip his hair and thrust forwards, whining. I’m so fucking close.
“Stop,” Father says, and he tugs at Al’s shoulder to physically pull him away from me.
I give a growl of frustration. Al looks anxious as he peers up at Father’s face, but Father just pulls him in and kisses him, slow and open-mouthed, and, hell, I think I might come anyway. Al’s cock is flushed and leaking onto the floor, and as Father tips Al’s head back, possessive fingers splaying over his throat, I see a shudder run through Al’s body that ends with his cock twitching powerfully in mid air.
“My turn,” Father whispers, and the part of me that isn’t fucking furious with him is thinking, As long as I get to watch.
Al reaches for him, a soft moan rising in his throat, but my dad gets to his feet and stands over him, his fingers twining in the curls of hair at Al’s nape. With the other hand he trails the head of his cock over Al’s lips.
Al’s eyes are glassy with need. He looks like he’s drunk on cock. “Please, oh please,” he breathes.
“Please what?” Father asks, and it seems cruel, when it’s clear Al can barely string a sentence together. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to hear the answer.
“Uhh. Give it to me, Draco.”
“Yes.” Father’s face is gloating. I sink down onto the bed, my legs shaky. I make sure I can still see everything: Albus’ eyes, dark and hungry, his mouth shiny with saliva, the way his nostrils flare as he leans towards my father, as if trying to drink in the smell of him.
“Please. I need it. Need your cock. Uhh. Want you to come in my mouth.” Al cranes his neck, trying to take Father between his lips, but my dad holds his shoulder and keeps him at bay.
“Yes. Soon. But, Albus…” Father grips his cock at the base. “Just a little bit of amusement, first. Do you think my son and I are the same size?” He slides his eyes slowly across to me. “Or is one of us bigger?”
What the fuck, Dad?
“Uhh. I don’t know.” A little furrow appears at the top of Al’s nose. “Big. You’re both big.”
“Yes, I know. But I think we can do better than that. It’s an interesting question, isn’t it?” Father tells him gently. “Come here, Scorpius.” Father points to the floor at his side, and when I don’t move, turns to look at me. “We need you over here.”
What kind of twisted bastard is my father, for god’s sake? Is fucking my boyfriend whenever he feels like it not enough for him now, that he wants me to join in with some sort of contest that’s straight out of the Hogwarts dorms? I stay right where I am. “Fuck you, Father.” My voice is quite even, considering the fact I’m quivering with annoyance.
“Ah,” he says, turning back to Al, his voice dripping with mock-sorrow. “I don’t think Scorpius wants to know the answer.”
Screw him. I’m not intimidated. Al’s certainly never had any complaints – hell, I know there’s nothing wrong with the size of me. I push down the churning mixture of what seems like anger and the cold trickle of humiliation, and get to my feet. He might be longer– Yeah. I guess he is. But so what? I’m pretty sure I’m thicker. The old tosser probably just looks big because he’s so skinny, anyway.
I walk over to Father, stand next to him with my shoulders back, but I can’t resist an anxious glance down at myself. What if— but no. I’m still hard. How could I not be, with Al at our feet looking like that? Even so, I make a fist and wank my foreskin back and forth a couple of times – there’s no harm in appearing to my best advantage and just to make sure, I picture myself pushing Al back onto the bed and fucking him, fast and furious, while my dad watches.
Al’s looking from one to the other of us as if he’s won the jackpot. “I. Uh.” He makes a whimpering sound in his throat and despite everything, my cock jerks in approval. “Scorp is thicker, I think,” Al says, the words slurring from his tongue, and a ridiculous surge of satisfaction blazes in me. “Draco’s a little longer.”
My father looks pleased with the answer, the stupid prick. He gazes smugly at himself and then me. “Well, I’m certain that neither of us have anything to be ashamed of, Scorpius.”
I widen my stance a little, shift position so that I’m closer to Albus. Closer to Father, who in turn angles himself so that we’re almost hip to hip.
“The Malfoy genes have blessed us both, don’t you think?” he asks me, and I can’t help it, I feel a purr of pride rumbling through my chest.
Both of our cocks are pointing directly at Al, and he stares up at us as if in a dream, heartbreakingly hopeful. I don’t think he can actually form words, but the question in his face is crystal clear.
I swallow hard. “Al seems pretty happy with what we’ve got,” I tell Father.
I shift on the spot and my hip bumps against Father’s. Albus groans, a long tangled sound of tortured desire, and Father meets my eyes and raises one eyebrow. “He’s a very fortunate boy. I wonder…”
I hold my breath. It feels like something unthinkable might be about to happen.
“Shall we give him what he wants, Scorpius?”
I have to wet my lips before I can speak. I feel as though I’m burning with a feverish madness. “Both of us,” I say, hardly daring to voice it. “He wants to do it to both of us together.”
My father inclines his head. It’s not quite a nod. But it’s something.
“Yes,” I tell him. It’s a poor croak of a thing. “Yes,” I say again, more firmly.
Al’s eyes are wider than ever, as if he can’t believe what he’s hearing. As if he can’t bear to miss a moment of what’s happening. When my father’s cock nudges between his lips, and I line mine up ready for a turn, my legs begin to shake with something I can’t quite name, but I can’t tear my gaze from Al’s face and the look of blissful anticipation painted all over it.
~*~
I’d know Draco’s taste with my eyes shut. It’s never a strong taste, but I can’t get enough of it. He smells impossibly good, too. His cologne is subtly seductive, and I don’t know what he uses when he bathes but, man, the traces it leaves on his body are enough to make my mouth water. His skin is always fresh and clean, but there’s something else to it, something very masculine, a hint of smoke and leather, of rarefied things, the luxurious fabrics he dresses himself in. Draco tastes expensive, hell yes, and it makes me want to bury my nose in the curls at the base of his cock and snuffle around like a dog.
Scorp tastes more like the beach: sea and sunshine and salt and good times and something sweet, like coconut. I gaze up at him, watching me take his dad’s cock, and he looks so intent, so hungry for it that my chest flips over. But there’s something else in his eyes, something a bit lost, a little bit fearful, and I wonder, I wonder what it is we’re doing here and whether it’s OK to want them both so much.
They’re both standing in front of me, and Draco murmurs something. I’m not even sure what he’s saying, but he looks pleased with me, so pleased, and, oh god, as he slides in again, I ache with how right he tastes.
He touches my face, stroking my cheek as I hollow it, just how he likes it. I want to do everything just as he wants. “Good boy. Oh, Albus.” And then Scorp’s cock – Scorp’s beautiful, thick cock – is brushing against my other cheek and I’m moaning like I might never stop.
~*~
It occurs to me that perhaps I should feel guilty for involving these two young men in something rather sordid... Ah, well. I've done worse things than this in my life. They both seem delighted with the arrangement, anyway. And it can’t do Scorpius any harm to learn about pleasure alongside someone who’s a bit of an expert. I wish my father had been thoughtful enough to do the same for me, in fact. I pull Albus onto me until my cock is nudging at his throat, hold him like that for long, delicious seconds until his eyes start to water.
Mine, I think. I don’t need to say it aloud. We both know it. I can see it in his face. I don’t mind sharing with Scorpius – I haven’t got time to keep the boy amused all the time, anyway. Just as long as we’re all quite clear how this works on the times when I am around.
I pull out slowly, riveted by the strand of saliva that stretches from Albus’ tongue to the head of my cock, but before the string has snapped, Scorpius pushes in to take my place between Albus’ waiting lips. He’s watching Albus as if he’s never seen anyone suck cock before, and Albus… Albus takes it as only he can. A string of soft moans bubble from his throat.
“Yes,” I tell them, “deeper,” and it’s a heady thrill when they both comply. In fact… why not? I take hold of Albus’ head, guide him onto my son’s cock. Yes. Yes, just like that. I steer him in a steady, relentless back-and-forth until Scorpius sounds like he’s gasping for breath and there’s a rushing in my own ears. I pull Albus away abruptly and sink into the wet velvet of his mouth myself. I’m surprisingly close to coming. His tongue laps at my crown and – fuck, yes – I have to pull out again before I get carried away. “Do that to Scorpius,” I tell him, and watch my son’s eyes screw shut in pleasure as Albus obeys. “Now me. Ahhh yes, Albus, yes. You’re so very good at this.”
His head turns from one of us to the other, taking us in turn, so eager to please. Such a slut for it. Scorpius has edged even closer, and as he sinks deep into Albus’ mouth, Albus reaches for my cock and looks up at me, his lips wet and shiny and stretched. He looks almost beseeching, his eyes wide and ardent. I would have to be hard-hearted indeed to resist. And it is his birthday, after all.
I allow him to angle our cocks so that the heads are a hair’s breadth from touching. His breath is hot and damp as he looks up at us, as if to check that he’s really allowed. A strangled sound comes from Scorpius’ mouth and then Albus’ tongue curls out, wide and soft and greedy, and laps at both of us together.
It’s… surprisingly intense. I hear myself gasping as he glides his lips, his tongue, across our erections. I feel it right down to the soles of my feet, raw and addictive, and push down the nagging thrum of guilt about what it is I’m allowing. What harm can it do? We’re all adults here, all enjoying ourselves. No-one needs to know what Scorpius and I get up to in the privacy of our own home. And – I flick a glance to his face – Scorpius certainly isn’t unhappy with the situation.
Albus stretches his neck, searching for the angle that will allow him to take us both in at once. I know we can’t both fuck his mouth at the same time. The unfortunate reality is that teeth get in the way. But we can get damned close to it. I wind my fingers firmly in his hair. “Open, Albus. Open wide.”
~*~
I think my brain might overload. I mean it. I think something might actually give way.
Al’s never been more desirable. I could come just from the look on his face, the aching wonder of it. His lips part and he nuzzles and licks at us as if it’s what he was born to do. I stare and stare at his mouth, so open, willing, avid, until I’m dizzy from looking at it.
“Albus,” my dad murmurs, and his sharp gaze is fixed on Albus, seemingly every bit as fascinated as I am by the sight of him with a cock in each hand trying to stretch his lips around both. “Oh, yes, you like that, don’t you?”
A hideous, inappropriate tickle of laughter swells in my belly. This is so fucking hilarious, because this is better than I'd planned, everything I'd dreamed of, but I always doubted my dad would agree to it, and now here we are, with him thinking it's his idea, all triumphant and shit. I want to laugh out loud, but it’s kind of tinged with hysteria. I didn’t know it was going to feel like this. Like flying too fast in the dark on a broom that’s not even yours. Like you might hit a tree – for all you know, you might hit a bloody cliff at any moment, because you can’t see anything up ahead – but, god, the exhilaration of it, and the night sky is so fucking beautiful, and it feels like starlight is rushing through your veins, glittering and fierce.
I look down; there’s my boyfriend, worshipping me and my father with his mouth and looking as though it’s the best birthday present ever. I feel like I’m flying much too high, but I can’t stop now, can’t ever stop. I’m going to come. Merlin, I’m going to come and I’m so fucking turned on that it scares me a little.
Father’s cock, slippery with Al’s saliva, slides against mine inside Al’s mouth, and it’s like an electric thrill of sensation. I cry out, high and amazed, and clutch at Al’s hair to keep my balance.
“Scorpius,” Father, his voice stern. “Not yet. Wait.”
I need to come. I have to come. How can I not fucking come? But I pull away from the two of them, breathless, my cock twitching helplessly into the air, and somehow manage to keep my balls from emptying out right there on the floor.
~*~
I think this is the best day of my life. It’s way better than my real birthday – hell, better than all of my birthdays put together.
Scorp’s so close to coming, I could feel him juddering with it just now, and, god, the way Draco’s looking at me, hungry and sharp, but also protective. Like I’m something precious.
Scorp looked scared earlier, but I can’t feel bad or worried any more when I’m here like this, giving myself to both of them. Draco’s hand is in my hair, holding me steady and I know he’s going to make it so good for all of us. I can make it good for all of us. I know I can. We’ll be OK. Won’t we?
“Touch yourself,” Draco tells me, and while part of me wants to cry at the sheer relief of it, another part doesn’t want it to be over.
I just want to do this for ever and ever.
~*~
Al’s cock is so dark, so flushed. It looks almost painful, the way it jerks in his palm at the merest touch. He’s going to last about four seconds before he spurts everywhere.
My own balls feel so fucking full I think they might explode. Father caresses Al’s face, trailing his fingers over his cheeks, his mouth. Holding his own cock out like a prize. “Don’t come yet. Not till I say. You want it, don’t you, Albus?”
Al just moans and cranes his neck, but Father stands just out of reach.
“I know what you need. You want to come with your mouth full of cock, don’t you?”
“Uh. Please.” Al’s still kneeling, his legs spread wide, cock in hand, not daring to move in case he comes. “Please, Draco. Want it.”
“I know.” My dad’s voice is low and reassuring. He steps towards Al, but ignores his parted lips and rubs his cock against Al’s cheek, instead. “I know.” He brushes Al’s hair back from his forehead, rubs his cock over the damp skin there, and then across the other cheek. His movements are so gentle. Al croons in his throat and closes his eyes, his face yearning and full of reverence. My dad follows the outline of his parted lips with the head of his cock, leaving a smear of pre-come above his top lip. The look on Al’s face, and the fucking intensity that sizzles in the air between the two of them… a sudden stab of jealousy pierces my chest, but at the same time, I have to turn away and grip the base of my cock, hard, to stop myself coming.
“Here, Scorpius,” Father says. Like he’s calling a dog to heel. But I go where he wants me, anyway. Al looks drugged with arousal, his pupils wide and dark, his face slack with pleasure.
“Are you ready?” Father asks me, and I want to laugh at how stupid a question this is.
“What the fuck do you think, Father?” Something makes it come out sharper than I intended. Something about the way Al’s looking at him as if he hung the moon.
Father shoots a look at me, but that’s all, before turning back to Al and letting his prick slip between his waiting lips again. “Ahh.” I can see how hungry Al is for it, how he hollows his cheeks. Father lets out a groan of satisfaction. “Yes,” he says, and Al’s eyes fall closed, his whole face a blissful clench of need.
“Use your hand on Scorpius,” Father tells Al, and I can hear the moan of delight that rumbles in Al’s throat.
“It’ll make me come,” I tell them both, because there’s not the slightest doubt about it.
“Good,” says Father, sounding breathless, and Al moans again, long and loud, and I’m pushing myself into his outstretched hand and feeling like I might break apart with how badly I need this.
Father’s thrusting deep into Al’s mouth, not holding anything back now. “Go on, Scorpius. Ahh— Give it to him.” He gives me a smile that can only be described as depraved. “Do it all over his face.”
Holy Merlin. Father’s words tip me over the edge. I start to come and, hell, it’s fucking fierce. My legs shake violently, and then Father’s holding me up with a strong hand on my arm. Ahhh. Fuck. The first pulse of come hits Al’s face, streaking across his cheek, and I’m startled by the force of it. Father’s fingers dig into my arm and he arches into Al’s mouth and cries out, louder than I’ve heard him before.
I’m coming so hard I think I might never stop. I guess this is what happens when you abstain for days. It hits Al’s nose, his chin, more and more of it, and then, fuck, it’s even dripping down onto Father’s cock as he slams into Al’s mouth. I know it’s wrong – god, so terribly wrong – but that wrongness throbs through me with an addictive rapture as I watch.
I’m gasping and shaking. Al’s beautiful, hell, so beautiful. Every muscle in his body is pulled taut and then he comes, too, with Father’s spunk filling his mouth and mine splattered on his face and dripping down his chin. It’s utterly debauched, and yet he makes it look like something holy.
I wish I could tell him everything I feel. My dad’s arm is around me, holding me steady. Al shudders and moans at our feet, the last of my orgasm shivers through me, hot and joyful and thrilling, and I’m thinking, I’m so lucky. I’m so bloody lucky.
~*~
I don’t even know exactly how we got into the bath. It sort of took me a while to come back to myself, afterwards. I know that makes me sound crazy, but it was just that good. I remember someone murmuring in my ear, saying stuff that made me feel like I was floating, pressing kisses against my neck, hot and affectionate. Yeah, fairly sure that was Scorp. I remember magic sweeping over my face, cool and elegant, cleaning me up. And then I know there were strong hands on me – two sets. And then this sweet, hazy warmth lapping all around me, and that smell curling up into the air, that gorgeous masculine smell – the one that Draco always carries around on his skin.Yep, I was pretty gone. At first I didn’t really take in where we were, but when I realised, I started grinning. I always said this bath was big enough for three. The two of them are chatting over my head, some jokey conversation about whose turn it is to Floo-call Scorp’s grandma that evening. They’re needling at each other as usual, in their haughty voices, but it all sounds fairly good-natured. Their legs nudge against mine under the fragrant, bubbly water, Scorp on one side, and Draco on the other, their wet hair lying sleek against their heads, their faces sharp and handsome and strong, and I feel like I could just lie here forever. I don’t need anything else in the world.
~*~
We’ve been in here for quite a while, far longer than I expected Father to tolerate. If he feels anything like me after that monumental sex, though, he’s happy to lie here, semi-boneless, enjoying the warm water and the sight of Al’s soapy wet body lying pliant between us.
Father closes his eyes and lies with his head back. I turn on my side, so that I’m facing Al, and give him a long, slow, open-mouthed kiss. It’s lazy and delicious, with Al murmuring happy, grateful things against my lips, and I’ve almost forgotten Father is there when he interrupts us, sounding irritable.
“I still want you to take that money, Albus. If you won’t do anything sensible with it, then buy yourself something frivolous.”
It’s not the worst idea in the world, I suppose.
“Buy those dragonhide trousers we saw,” I tell Al, and he laughs. “Fuck, do it. You should see them, Father. Soft as butter, and you wouldn’t believe how tight. Finest Horntail hide. I would have got them for him on the spot, but the price tag was something else.”
There’s a pause during which I’m sure Father’s picturing Al’s arse and legs encased in black leather. I know I am. Father smirks to himself. “Hmm. Those jeans he arrived in were bad enough. If this boy steps outside the house wearing dragonhide, the Aurors will be after him.”
“Ha, yeah, that’s right, Al. Your dad’ll come and arrest you.”
Al’s blushing and laughing at the same time. “Arrest me for what, exactly?”
“Public indecency,” I tell him.
“I suspect your hide-clad backside could cause a riot,” my dad suggests.
“Incitement to lewdness,” I add.
We all snicker at that one. I reckon Father is groping Al under cover of the bubbles, because Al’s eyes have gone a bit unfocused again. “I don’t need any more clothes. I’ve— ah. Got my new hoodie.” He sighs, and shifts his position slightly, spreading his legs.
“Mmm. You’re very tight.” Father’s eyes are glittering and greedy. “When did you last fuck him, Scorpius?”
Merlin. I know exactly when it was. It was last Friday, nearly ten days ago, and it seems like a lifetime…
Al moans, and his cock bobs up above the water, hard and eager. The bubbles part and I see Father’s arm twisting, moving between Al’s legs. I imagine his long fingers stroking, insistent, working their way inside Al.
“Take that money,” he says, and I can tell he’s not in a mood to have his wishes disobeyed. “I want you to have it.”
Al squirms and makes a sound, but I can’t tell whether it’s protest or encouragement.
“Buy something. Anything you want. Enjoy it.”
Al’s brow is furrowed, but Father’s arm twists again and Al’s mouth drops open. “Uhhhh. It’s your money,” Al says. “You enjoy it.”
Father strokes the hair back from Al’s face, his other hand still busy between Al’s legs. “I shall enjoy thinking of you spending it. It will give me great pleasure.”
Fuck, my dad can actually be quite charming sometimes.
Al’s thinking. “We ought to— uhh. We could spend it on something for all three of us. Have a holiday or something.”
And now I know he’s gone crazy. The three of us, travelling together? Yeah, like the Prophet wouldn’t somehow get hold of that story. Potter the Pervert! Harry’s heir in sick Malfoy love triangle.
Al stretches his arms above his head. “Wouldn’t that be great? Where would we go? No work to hassle us. Nothing to disturb us. Just a sunny beach, some good food, and – ahhh – loads and loads of sex.”
Shit. I know it can’t happen, but it would be seriously amazing. I picture Al, naked and seductive on the sand of some private beach, his hair tousled from the salt water, skin turning more golden brown every day...
“Some of us have to work for a living.” Father’s voice is like iced water dripping onto sun-warmed flesh. He always has to spoil things.
Al looks as if he’s six and someone stole his chocolate frog. “It was just an idea. Something nice to think about. I— just didn’t want today to be over. I know you have to work.”
Father looks at his disappointed face, then softens. “I do. But not for the rest of the day. I’m taking it off in honour of your birthday.” He sits up and uses the buoyancy of the water to pull a slippery, wet Al into his lap. “Scorpius… add some more hot water, would you?”
It feels too good lying here stretched out to move. “Why do I have to do it?”
“Because I left my wand in the bedroom. And I happen to be busy.” He smiles at Al, and murmurs something to him, low and intimate, as if I’m not even here.
I stand up, and reach for my wand, grumbling to myself.
“Don’t be so tiresome, Scorpius.” I don’t know exactly what Father’s doing to Al, but Al seems to be enjoying it. A lot. “If you stop sulking, you can have another turn with Albus when I’ve finished.”
I give my wand a tetchy flick and set fresh water cascading into the bath at the far end. There’s a low simmer of
resentment in my belly, but as I turn back to the two of them, Al’s watching me, his eyes soft under heavy lids. He gives me a look of such warmth, such sweetness… like he’s having the best time and he just wants me to share in this moment with him. And despite myself, I feel the corners of my mouth twitch helplessly up into a smile.
My cock stirs beneath the water, oblivious to everything except the piercingly hot sight of my boyfriend shuddering in my father’s lap. I wrap a hand around myself and begin with languid, unhurried strokes as I lie back to enjoy the show.
