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Symphonies in Seashells

Happy HD Holidays, femmequixotic!! | Boxing Day, R

Title: Boxing Day (3/3)
Author: empathic_siren
Recipient's name: femmequixotic
Rating: R
Pairing(s): Harry Potter/ Draco Malfoy/ Severus Snape
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling and those to whom she has licensed her creations, including without limitation Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books, Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. I make no money from this and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: Severus learns an intriguing bit of information about what Harry and Draco get up to on Boxing Day and he wages a one-man war of seduction to secure his invitation for Boxing Day.
Warnings: food smut; everyone bottoms and everyone tops; a little bit of power exchange; frottage; sex in public places; voyeurism; a tiny bit of foul language; and a silly little man named Edward.
Author's/artist's notes: Thank you to my wonderful betas—you know who you are


Three cups of tea and an hour or two of suggestive banter later, Potter had overcome any bout of nervousness he’d had. Somehow, they’d migrated to the floor. They sat in a close circle with Severus in the middle, surrounded by half-eaten platters of food. Potter plucked a piece of pelmeni from a tray between him and Severus. He popped it into his mouth, licking his fingers with that devious little tongue of his.

“I never said that,” he slurred in between chews in response to some inane tale Draco was telling about their first date.

“Oh, but you did,” Draco said with a laugh, his own cheeks pinked by strong tea and stronger vodka.

“I was—I was--” Potter’s head lolled against the sofa. He giggled. “I wanted to teach you how to suck a lolly.”

Severus’s brow arched. His erection stirred in interest.

Draco turned to Severus, a calculating gleam in his eye. “Let’s ask Severus, then. See what he says. What would you say if Harry here had licked his lips, stared at your lap, and said, ‘There’s a right way and wrong way to suck a lolly. Why don’t you let me show you the difference?’”

Potter giggled again and made some token protestation that he’d meant a real lolly.

“I would have paid the bill, hauled Potter up by the back of his robe and Apparated us both to my quarters to ensure the privacy of my lesson,” Severus said.

Draco laughed and fell against Severus, his cheek caressing Severus’s shoulder in that affectionate way only someone half-drunk had. Severus felt the soft, hot breath against the side of his neck. He stifled the groan that lingered in the back of his throat. He felt Draco open his mouth to say something, but Potter cut him off.

“You’d like my lesson,” Potter said before sucking his fingers, the sound loud and obscene. A saucy retort was on Severus’s lips, but he was brought up short by the smear of sour cream across Potter’s bottom lip and part of his chin. Potter’s tongue darted out and licked some of it away. “S’good,” he said. His head lolled back. He spread his legs a little wider and sighed. “Like the little ravioli things better,” he said, licking his lips while wiggling his fingers at the half-eaten platter of pelmeni.

Severus’s fingers darted to the tray and found the plumpest pelmeni remaining. He brought it to Potter’s lips, Draco’s raspy breath urging him on.

Potter’s lips parted. His tongue slithered out, cupped the small boiled pastry, and sucked it in—Severus’s fingers and all. His tongue laved and writhed around Severus’s thumb and forefinger long after the pelmeni had been eaten.

“He loves to suck fingers like that,” Draco’s panting voice said from Severus’s side. Severus felt the swipe of Draco’s tongue across the side of his throat—a perfect counterpoint to Potter’s greedy tongue. Severus didn’t hold back the groan this time.

“He loves to suck anything. Always nibbling on quills and sucking on hard candy when he can’t get at my cock. Bet you’d like him to suck your cock, wouldn’t you?”

“Of course I would,” Severus snapped, each word punctuated with a soft puff of breath.

“He’d do it right now if you asked. Look at him.”

And Severus did. While Draco kissed and sucked on his neck, Potter feasted on his fingers. Sooty lashes rested against flushed cheeks that hollowed with every pass of Severus’s fingers.

The dish of honey caught Severus’s attention. He withdrew his fingers, marveling as Potter’s head moved forward to reclaim them, his eyes snapping open in surprise.

“Something sweeter, perhaps,” he murmured as his fingers swirled through honey and plunged back into Potter’s mouth.

Potter’s eyes fluttered closed. He hummed around Severus’s fingers, nibbling the tips, and sucking all of the honey away.

Draco’s hand snaked around Severus’s front and undid the placket of his trousers. The angle was a bit awkward and when Severus’s lust-fogged brain caught up with the goings-on, he reached down to help. Between the two of them, they managed to wrench down Severus’s trousers and y-fronts despite Severus’s erection.

“Tell him. Tell him it’s time for your lesson. Tell him to suck your cock,” Draco urged between kisses. Severus proved incapable of words.

Draco huffed out a broken series of breaths that might have been a chuckle in other circumstances. He leaned around Severus’s body, grabbed the small dish of honey and dumped it over Severus’s cock.

“What do you think you’re--” Severus began, but coherent thought left him as Draco tugged at Potter’s hair and told him, “Suck his cock, Harry.”

In one fluid motion, Potter released Severus’s fingers and he dropped down to take Severus all the way to the root, honey squelching and oozing all around his lips.

Expletives flew from Severus’s mouth as Harry sucked hard and swirled the tip of his tongue along the base of Severus’s penis, catching the rivulets of honey as they tried to escape. The pleasure was so exquisite, it bordered on painful.

Draco maneuvered them so that he sat behind Severus, his naked erection sliding against the cleft of Severus’s arse. His arms wound around Severus’s chest, leaving Severus’s hands free to twine in Potter’s hair and pull hard when Potter did something he particularly liked.

“Imagine fucking like this, Severus. Imagine me buried deep inside you with Harry sucking you off.”

Images of Potter and Draco surrounding him and viciously drawing out his pleasure like Incubi made him buck his hips. He savored the sound of Potter’s surprised choke. Instead of relenting, he tugged hard on Potter’s hair, drawing him further down his cock.

“Maybe you’d like to tie his hands behind his back so that he couldn’t pleasure himself, yeah? He likes that. He does that to me on occasion. He’s quite ruthless about giving pleasure and likes me to be ruthless in return,” Draco rasped, the hot steam of his breath skittering across Severus’s throat. He was surrounded by heat.

“You’d like that too, wouldn’t you? Me fucking you hard and you fucking his mouth hard, delaying his orgasm.”

Severus groaned and fell back into Draco’s embrace.

“You want me to fuck you. You’ve always wanted me to fuck you,” Draco whispered as he rutted against Severus’s arse.

“Yes,” Severus hissed as images of a pale and naked Draco resurfaced in his mind. He was surprised when visions of Potter joined in, twining around Draco and fucking him hard, while feathering Draco’s throat with the soft, gentle kisses of a lover.

Draco’s breathing hitched. His rutting lost rhythm, just as Severus’s thrusts into Potter’s mouth lost rhythm. Severus succumbed to sensation as the overwhelming urge to come crested over him.

Behind him Draco stiffened and groaned. At the feel of Draco’s come dribbling down his cleft, bright lights popped and flashed behind Severus’s eyelids and heat boiled through him, spurting down Potter’s welcoming throat. The suction was so tight, Severus wondered if that was what it would feel like to be buried deep in Potter. He wondered if Potter would let him take him. He wondered if he’d take him regardless.

“So good, so fucking good,” Draco was saying in between panting breaths. Severus groaned as the last of his orgasm left him. He fell limp against Draco, ready for a very long nap. “Not yet. Have to—have to take care of Harry,” Draco said as he tried to wriggle out from behind Severus.

With great reluctance, Severus leaned forward and opened his eyes. Harry was on his back, his gangly limbs sprawled willy-nilly. His trousers and pants were gone, where was anyone’s guess. His eyes were closed and his swollen lips were smeared with honey and Severus’s come. Both of his hands were curled around his erection, trying to move up and down in some semblance of rhythm, but the vodka had finally done him in.

Draco crawled over to Potter’s left side and motioned for Severus to do the same on the right. He pushed Potter’s hands away, shushing his drunken whimpering with promises of something better. He leaned across Potter’s body and cupped the back of Severus’s head, drawing him into a deep kiss. It was their first, which made it perfect. It was indescribable, except to say that by the end of it, Severus didn’t know where he began and Draco ended.

With teasing kisses, Draco drew them down, until they were poised on either side of Harry’s cock. “Kiss me, Severus,” Draco said as he wrapped his lips around the side of Harry’s erection.

Severus chuckled at Draco’s ingenuity, ignoring Potter’s caterwauling for the moment. He wrapped his lips around the other side of Potter’s cock until they barely touched Draco’s. Slowly, they moved up, their lips coming closer and closer to each other until finally meeting at the head. Their tongues swiped across Potter’s slit, reveling the salty taste of pre-ejaculate.

Potter arched up and begged for more, trying to push his cock into one of their mouths. With matching smirks and the gleam of gamesmanship in their gazes, Severus and Draco went to work. Up and down they went, their lips parting at the bottom and meeting in a fierce tangle of lips and tongue at the top.

Potter cried and begged and arched for more, until finally he came, come splashing his stomach as it slid down his cock in thick spurts. Severus and Draco licked the come away as they moved up and met at the top of Harry’s cock once more.

They continued to kiss long after Potter had finished coming, both cupping each other’s heads, refusing to let go for fear of the euphoria dispersing too quickly.

Draco looked down and brushed a lock of hair away from Potter’s sweaty forehead. “I think he’s passed out.”

Severus’s fingers stroked the length of Potter’s thigh. “I’m not surprised. I may have been a bit generous with the vodka.”

“A bit?” Draco snorted.

He shook Potter’s shoulder gently, trying to rouse him. Potter said something incoherent and tried to push Draco’s hand away. Draco leaned down and whispered something in his ear and shook him a bit harder. Potter’s mouth turned down in a moue of displeasure, but he roused himself nonetheless.

“I better get him home—he’s like dead weight once he passes out for good.” Draco helped Potter sit up, who was now staring at his crotch, blinking.

“M’not wearing trousers,” he said in a soft voice of genuine wonder.

“No, you’re not,” Draco said as he helped Potter to his feet. Severus rose and helped Draco steady Potter, feeling the moment between them pass. A knot of dread worked its way into his chest. Was this it? Would this be all that they wanted? Had he come too fast? Too slow? Should he ask them to stay? Instead, he stood there paralyzed with indecision.

Potter turned to Severus and stared at him. He reached out and trailed his fingers down the side of Severus’s face. “Severus,” he whispered in a sibilant hiss, full of affection and longing.

That small gesture was enough to reassure him. Severus captured Potter’s fingers in his hand and kissed them before letting go, hoping to convey everything that he couldn’t bring himself to say.

Potter’s eyes fluttered closed, but the goofy grin remained. Draco, having bundled Harry’s cloak around his shoulders, tucked Potter close to his side. “Come on, golden boy, time to go home.” Draco turned to Severus and smirked. “Quite a taste, yeah? Though, I think a more thorough exploration is needed, don’t you?”

Severus’s throat went dry. “Indeed,” he said as the knot of unease in his chest loosened.

“Lunch next week? Same time?”

Next week was two weeks before Christmas, Severus noted absently to himself as he nodded and saw Draco and Potter out. He leaned against the door, replaying the night’s events in his head. He felt himself growing hard at each remembered word and touch. With a satisfied chuckle, he sauntered towards the bath for a very long shower.


They met in front of the restaurant as they did every week, Severus standing to the left of the door while Draco hurried to be on time. They’d never considered eating anywhere else. The waitstaff knew them well, which was the only likely reason they’d been permitted to get away with their naughty shenanigans over the last few weeks. But for all of the familiarity, this particular lunch felt entirely new.

“Severus,” Draco greeted, his face pink from the cold wind.

Severus moved forward to embrace him, as he always did, and stepped back after an appropriate length of time. This time, though, Draco kept him the circle of his arms. He hesitated a second before dropping a soft kiss on Severus’s cheek. Severus had no idea how to react, so he didn’t. Draco let him go and turned away, the flush to his cheek a bit stronger.

“I guess we should go in, then,” Draco said, looking anywhere but at Severus.

“Yes. Should we ask for our usual table in back?”

“One in the front’s fine,” Draco said hastily.

Things had changed and Severus wasn’t entirely sure which way they’d gone.

Lunch was awkward. Casual touches that never used to faze either of them resulted in soft gasps or murmured apologies.

“How was Potter feeling on Sunday?” Severus asked after realizing that Draco did not plan to speak of their impromptu threesome the weekend before.

“Fine. He was a right prat until I gave him a Hangover Potion. After that we--” Draco stopped, instead stuffing a forkful of tortellini in his mouth.

Severus sat back, surprised. This was usually the point at which Draco goaded him with tales of Potter’s superior fucking abilities. He’d actually been looking forward to the stories today.

“After that you . . .” Severus prodded.

“You know.”

“Yes, but for once I actually want to hear you say it.”

Draco tilted his head and regarded with Severus with curiosity. “Why?”

The question made Severus’s skin prickle. There was something quite off about the conversation. He’d expected there to be more innuendo, perhaps some detailed plotting about how to seduce an unsuspecting Potter. Instead, he got uncomfortable questions and, aside from a chaste kiss on the cheek, Draco’s standoffish behavior. And then it hit him. They’d not had a good time. They’d taken their samples and hadn’t been impressed.

“I asked you why you wanted to know,” Draco said again, stirring Severus from his thoughts.

Severus fixed Draco with a glare. “Because I’ve tasted the goods now and find them quite pleasing to my palate. Go on. Regale me with tales of Potter’s prowess and the power of your come-hither stare,” Severus challenged, wondering if Draco would rise to the bait.

“Is that all you care about?”

“Sex? When it comes to you and Potter, yes.”

Draco shook his head. “I figured that you’d gotten it out of your system. Guess I was right.”

“Gotten what out of my system?”

“You know. Having a—having a go with the two of us.”

“I bloody well have not,” Severus said as he shifted in his seat, frustration rankling him. “I’d like to have another go with you sometime soon, in fact. Preferably something beyond an inventive, drunken fumble.”

Draco pursed his lips but looked away.

“If anyone has cause to think that anything had gotten out of anyone’s system, it’s me.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

Severus threw his napkin down. “I’m the one who should feel slighted, not you, you idiot.”

“Why would you think that?”

“You have Potter. You’re not looking for anything permanent,” Severus said, challenge lacing his words.

“I wasn’t. We weren’t. But--”

Severus leaned forward. “But, what?”

Draco shook his head and bit his lip. “Nothing. I just . . . nothing. We had a great time on Saturday. It’s just, I don’t know, a little confusing, I guess.”

“What could possibly be confusing about it?” Severus looked down at his austere robe and imagined how unattractive his sallow skin and hooked nose must have been. He was right. Of course he was. “What, have buyer’s remorse?” he sneered.

“Don’t you dare say that about yourself,” Draco hissed, grabbing Severus’s hand and refusing to let go. “I never lied about you being attractive. You are. I don’t care what you think of yourself, I—we find you attractive and—and sexy.”

“Forgive me if I find your conviction under-whelming.”

“It’s confusing, I told you,” Draco said, his sudden anger surprising.

“Confusing how? I’m certain things weren’t nearly so confusing with Edward. You had a good time with Edward. I’m sure Edward--”

“Shut up about Edward. I didn’t know Edward. I didn’t have a history with Edward. I didn’t--” Draco closed his eyes and shook his head.

Severus felt like his imagined life with Draco and Potter was teetering on the edge of a large ravine. Ever the defeatist, Severus gave it a swift, vicious kick. “Don’t you mean we, Draco? When did this suddenly become about you and me? Do you mean to leave Potter? Has Potter always just been along for the ride on these little trysts? Giving in to your voracious sexual needs?”

“That’s not it at all, and you know it. Fuck you, Severus. Fuck you.”


“Gods, you’re such an unmitigated bastard. I—I have to go.”

Before Severus could stop him, Draco bolted from the table and left without another word.

“Brilliant. Just brilliant,” Severus muttered to himself, seeing his happiness tumble down the side of the ravine, end over end.


Severus was in a foul mood. Draco had not shown for lunch the week following their rather disastrous one. Even Potter had failed to turn up. How coincidental. He’d wondered, idly, if he’d still receive an invitation for Boxing Day—despite the lunch. After all, it had seemed assured after their ribald dinner. But it was now Christmas day.

He spied the bits of parcel paper still littering the floor and banished them with a wave of his wand. The parcel had been from Draco and Potter. He’d ripped the paper away immediately, only to find a generic Christmas charm and a set of the newest Potions knives. The impersonality of it left him cold. He’d never felt so empty.

A knock at the door roused him from his bleak mood. He hoped it was an inconsolable first year seeking a bit of comfort so that he could make her cry as he explained precisely how the world worked.

But instead of a sobbing child, Harry Potter stood at his door, his cheeks flushed and his stance hesitant. A stabbing pain—not entirely unwelcome for some reason—filled him.



“What do you want?”

Potter ran his hand through his hair and glanced down the hallway. He shuffled his feet. “I—I wanted to wish you a Happy Christmas.”

“You’ve done that already, with your generic Christmas charm and expensive knives.”

Potter looked down at his feet. “I—I know. That was from both of us. I—I just wanted to stop by. Give you something else. From me.”

Severus’s eyes narrowed. Blind, irrational anger shot through him and blurred his vision. Potter was probably there to finish the job Draco had botched so spectacularly. He was there, Severus figured, to let him down gently. To explain, in his annoyingly gratuitous way why Severus hadn’t received the invitation.

“If you think after our little tryst two weeks ago that you can simply come by whenever the mood strikes, you’re sadly mistaken.” Severus made to close the door. Potter’s voice stopped him.

“It’s not like that. That’s not why I’m here. Please. May I come in?”

Severus opened the door a bit wider and stepped out of the way, his masochistic curiosity surging to the fore.

“Thank you,” Potter said as he walked in. He fumbled with his winter cloak and scarf. “It’s awfully cold out there,” he said.

“It generally is in December,” Severus replied, refusing to indulge Potter’s ghastly attempt at small talk or soothe his nervousness.

“Right. Right,” Potter repeated as he sat on the sofa while Severus settled into his favorite chair.

Potter stared at his hands for a long while without saying anything.

“Why are you here?” Severus asked again, annoyed.

“I—I just wanted.” Potter’s eyes darted around the room. “May I have some tea?”



“Get on with what you came here for and go.”

Potter nodded. He reached into his pocket, as if searching for something. He paused and looked Severus straight in the eye. “Is this—I mean, are you being like this because of what happened two weeks ago?”

Severus felt as if he’d been stabbed in the heart with a dull fork. “I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about,” he lied.

Potter stared at him. “When we came for dinner. And when I—we we--”

“I remember what happened two weeks ago, Potter. And no, it’s not that. It’s not anything. I’m simply being me.”

Potter nodded again and swallowed. The hand in his pocket resumed its rummaging. “I wanted you to know that I really enjoyed that night. So did Draco. You know he’s been away since after your lunch two weeks ago, don’t you? Called away on an emergency assignment.”

Severus stilled. He’d not known that. He’d simply assumed that Draco had stood him up, too ashamed to meet him face to face. A strange fizzy feeling danced through him. He refused to call it hope. “I did not. Has he returned?”

“Just today. I’ve been at the Burrow for the last week or so—it’s always a hard time for Molly, what with Arthur gone and everything. We weren’t sure if either of us would be back in time and had to send our gifts out via Owl with general Christmas charms. Er, sorry about that, by the way.”

The fizzy feeling was growing by the second. Severus made a desperate attempt to keep it at bay. “That still doesn’t explain why you’re here now.”

“Oh. Right.” Potter fished out a small parcel from his pocket and quickly resized it. It was a smallish box wrapped in heavy green paper and green ribbon. “This—this is from me,” Potter mumbled as he thrust the gift at Severus.

Bewildered, Severus took it and carefully undid the wrap. He opened the box and his breath caught at what lay inside.

“It’s—I know it’s not exactly like the other two, but I thought it was close. The silver seemed in good condition and the glass was perfect. The man at the shop thought that it was made about the same time as yours—well, based on my rather unhelpful description.”

Severus continued to stare as Potter babbled.

“I’m sorry I could only find the one. I—I tried to find others, but they’re much harder to come by than one would think. Maybe I’ll find more in the future. But this way, at least the three of us can use them. That is if you want us to, I mean.”

Severus lifted the delicate podstakanniki from the box and held it out to the light. It wasn’t part of his grandmother’s set, but it was as close a cousin as he could ever hope to find. “Why?” he asked finally.

Potter flushed even more and shrugged his shoulders, looking away. “I just—I wanted you to have your traditions and I guess I thought--” Potter shook his head with a small snort.


“You’ll think it’s stupid.”

“I think most of what you say is inane, this really shouldn’t be any different.”

Potter laughed. “Well I . . . I guess I just thought the two podskant--”


“--podstakanniki looked sad by themselves.” Potter turned back and looked Severus in the eye. “I guess I just thought three was a better number.”

Severus’s throat went dry. “And Draco? Does he agree?”

“Absolutely. Yes.”


“It’s all sorted,” Potter interrupted in a soft, eager tone that made Severus want to lean forward and kiss him.

“It is a very thoughtful gift. Thank you.” He hesitated a moment. “Would you like to stay for tea?”

Potter smiled and shook his head. “Sorry, but I can’t. I’ve got, er, some errands to run.”

“Of course,” Severus said, strangely not caring that he’d not been invited to Boxing Day. He fingered the silver filigree and felt warmth creep into his bones.

Potter rose to leave. He cleared his throat. “We were wondering, uh, that is . . . we wondered if you might like to come for pudding tomorrow night?”

Severus nearly dropped his gift. “What?”

“Tomorrow? For pudding?”

Severus’s mind whirred and clicked, calculated and hypothesized. “You mean, on Boxing Day?”

Potter tilted his head to the side and smiled. “Yeah, course. That’s tomorrow, isn’t it? So will you? Come for pudding tomorrow? Boxing Day?”

Severus stood and crossed the room. He grabbed Potter by the shoulders, ignoring his squawk of surprise, and kissed him hard. His tongue stabbed at Potter’s chapped lips, forcing its way in, drawing out groans of pleasure and other soft, incoherent sounds.

He pulled back and kept hold of Potter’s slackened form until he got his wits about him.

“I’d be delighted,” Severus answered.

Potter’s eyes were still glazed with lust and surprise. “What—what was that for?”

“Because I wanted to.”

Potter nodded and stumbled away, barely remembering to get his winter cloak and scarf before he left.


Severus had borne witness to many, many things in his life, but the scene that greeted him upon entering the dining room in the Malfoy/Potter flat on Boxing Day riveted him beyond measure. The note he’d received earlier in the day had said to let himself in when he arrived, so Severus had. Bearing a bottle of vodka and a box of the dark chocolate toffee truffles Potter salivated after, he almost dropped both when he stumbled into the room, calling for Draco and Potter as if playing a game of Blindman’s Bluff.

There, on the dining room table, were Potter and Draco, naked, covered in pudding of some sort, fucking each other senseless. As one, they turned their heads and stared at Severus, beckoning him in with the undulation of their bodies and the glitter of their eyes.

Severus could do nothing but stare and try and push away the sense of inadequacy that threatened to overwhelm him.

“Happy Boxing Day, Severus,” Draco crooned as Potter ploughed into him from behind.

“Yeah, Happy Boxing Day,” Potter said before he dropped his head and licked down the center of Draco’s bicep. “Mine,” Severus thought he heard Potter murmur.

“You’re a bit overdressed,” Draco said. “Oh, fuck, yeah, like that, just like that,” he whispered to Potter, though his eyes didn’t leave Severus. “Come join the party.”

Inadequacy shoved him hard in the gut, but Severus pushed it back this time. ‘Sod this,’ he thought to himself as his fingers flew to the placket of his robe. He reminded himself that Draco and Potter found him sexy. He reminded himself as his robe slithered to the floor and he kicked his shoes to the side that he had a commanding presence and a voice that made most people swoon. As his trousers and shirt joined his robe, he reminded himself of the podstakanniki Potter had given him, the kisses he’d shared with Draco, the genuine affection he felt for both of them.

Just as he’d rid himself of the last of his clothing, Potter grunted and slumped against Draco’s back. They sat there for a few moments, recovering. Severus hoped he hadn’t arrived too late.

Potter muttered a soft incantation, and when Severus joined them at the table, both they and the table were clean.

“That was quite a sight to see,” Severus said as he reached out and tweaked a nipple on each man’s chest. He rolled them back and forth, squeezing. “You’re quite naughty not to have waited.”

“S-Sorry—Couldn’t wait,” Draco panted, his back arching.

“Yes, but what am I to do now? I don’t fancy having to wait.”

“Won’t. Took . . . we took a potion,” Potter stammered. His head was thrown back and his mouth hung open. His hand reached up to twist his other nipple, but Severus knocked it away, and took the other nipple into his mouth instead. He sucked for a few moments before biting softly, reveling in Potter’s groan.

Severus let go and stepped back, surveying Draco and Potter’s flushed skin and renewed erections.

“See? Told you,” Potter said, licking his lips as he stared at Severus’s cock.

“Apologies accepted, then. Tell me, what’s on the menu? I was invited for pudding, was I not?”

“You were,” Draco said.

“And you’re the pudding, Severus,” Harry said, exuding a sexy confidence that, heretofore, Severus had not witnessed.

Potter and Draco shared a look. Draco nodded his head and Potter grinned. Again they turned as one and stared at Severus, their eyes flickering up and down the length of his body. Regardless of what he knew his body looked like, they made him feel alive. Sexy. Important. He would never, ever give that up.

Draco reached behind him and produced a charmed cock ring. He slid it down the length of Potter’s cock, charming it so tight that Potter cried out.

“To keep things interesting,” Draco said in response to Severus’s unspoken question.

“Hello, Severus,” Potter panted as he hopped off the table and dropped to his knees, his purpling erection bobbing back and forth. “Hello to you, too,” Potter murmured before licking the head of Severus’s erection and taking it into his mouth.

That was the extent of the pleasantries, it seemed. Potter and Draco aimed to get right to it, not that Severus minded in the least.

Draco and Severus stared at each other as Potter slurped and sucked. Draco’s gaze was hawk-like, flitting back and forth at the sound of soft gasps Severus couldn’t keep in and Potter’s noisy slurping.

Potter’s hand reached up to massage Severus’s testicles. He found himself spreading his legs instinctively.

Draco hopped off the table and circled around, coming to rest at Severus’s back. He pushed Severus forward so that his hands were braced against the table’s edge. Potter following as required, never letting up on his incessant teasing.

“Spread your legs further.”

Severus complied, his eyes rolling back in his head as soft fingers delved into his cleft and circled his opening.

“How long?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Severus said concentrating on pushing out while Draco’s slicked fingers pushed in. When had his fingers gotten slick? The thought skittered away as Draco pushed and Potter swallowed.

The preparation was short—Draco knew well enough that Severus wasn’t someone who needed extended foreplay, especially given Potter’s role in all of this.

Draco widened his stance, curled one arm around Severus’s stomach, and braced the other against Severus’s shoulder. Severus drew in a deep breath as he felt Draco inch closer and line himself up.

Draco stopped, which clearly wasn’t planned, because Potter stopped too and looked up and around, locking eyes with Draco. Unspoken questions passed through Potter’s eyes. Severus opened his mouth to say something, but shaky fingers skimmed down his flank and Potter returned to his task, his gaze shooting to Draco’s every few seconds.

Severus suspected what the holdup was. “I want this, Draco,” he began, hoping he was right. “I’ve dreamed of this for a long time, and when we’re done, I’ll still want it. I’ll want you—both of you. It won’t be out of my system.”

That seemed to be all of the encouragement Draco needed, because seconds later he pushed his way in.

The pain was fleeting; the pleasure exquisite. Severus scrabbled against the table, meeting Draco thrust for thrust, his hands digging into the edge, refusing to play the role of the docile partner. Draco bit his shoulder as one hand reached up and twisted his nipple. Bright flashes of light—like he’d seen before—exploded behind his eyelids. He growled and dropped one of his hands. He grabbed Potter by the back of his head and forced his erection in deeper, marveling at Potter’s enthusiastic groan. Draco’s strokes were long and sure. Potter matched him in that regard. The pressure in his groin built higher and higher and higher until he was coming, his ejaculate spilling from the sides of Potter’s stretched mouth. Draco followed him just moments later.

Potter looked up and stared into Severus’s eyes as he made a show of swallowing again, and again, while Draco slowly withdrew. As Potter sat back on his haunches, Severus’s limp cock slipped from his swollen lips.

“How was that, Severus?” Potter asked, his roughened voice sounding like sex personified.

“Good, but more experiments are needed, I think. Perhaps with me fucking you?”

Potter’s eyes glazed over and he licked his lips.

Before Severus could say something further, he felt himself turned in Draco’s arms. Draco was panting. There were questions there, in his eyes. Severus silenced them all with lips and tongue and teeth.

“Do you need a potion?” Draco asked. “We both need one, so I thought I’d ask if you did as well.”

“As long as you’re offering,” Severus said, grateful that he didn’t have to sneak off to the toilet to take a few sips of Pepper-Up.

Draco returned with three vials of blue potion. They downed their respective potions. The effects were instant. Moments before, Severus had been ready for a nap. Now, as he spied Potter shifting uncomfortably, staring at his desperate cock, Severus had an entirely different idea.

“Potter, up on the table, on your back.”


“Up, now. Or shall I levitate you there, but with a good sound spanking, first?”

Draco chucked as Potter scrambled to his feet. He got onto the table, shooting dark looks in Draco and Severus’s direction the whole time.

“Hands behind your head, legs spread. Now,” Severus said as he stood and retrieved the vodka and chocolate.

“If you move at all, I shall tie you down to this table and not release you until the morning. And before you get excited, you aren’t coming again this evening until my cock is buried deep in your arse. Your choice.”

Potter shuddered and his eyes rolled back. Neither his hands nor his feet moved.

Severus’s hand skimmed the plane of Potter’s chest while Draco situated himself on the other side. “I understand you’re a fan of orgasm denial. We’ll see how much like it when it’s your orgasm teetering on the brink for what feels like an eternity.”

“Yes,” Potter hissed, making Severus’s renewed erection throb.

“Told you,” Draco said to Severus with a smirk.

“Tip your head back, yes, just like that. Can you hold that position?” Severus asked Harry.

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Good, don’t move.”

“What are we doing?” Draco asked, his eyes sweeping across Potter’s body as if it were a great big confection.

“Potter was mistaken. I’m not the pudding this evening, he is.”

Draco’s grin was wicked to the core as he surveyed his lover. “What do you want me to do?”

Severus handed him the chocolate. “Except for a few largish pieces, break all of the chocolate in small bits and scatter them across his body.”

Potter groaned. “That’s—that’s not the really, really good chocolate, is it?”

Severus took one of the largish pieces, cast a charm to keep it from melting, and shoved it between Potter’s lips. “It doesn’t disappear, understand? It disappears and you stay here all night.”

Potter smirked around the chocolate and nodded, settling into the game.

Severus turned back to see Potter’s body dusted in chocolate and toffee bits, his cock nearly covered in it.

“What’s next?” Draco asked, enjoyed his part.

Severus opened the vodka bottle and poured some in the hollow of Potter’s throat, watching it splash and run down the sides of Potter’s neck. A muffled groan rose from Potter. Severus poured more in his belly button, pleased at Potter’s self-restraint as the cold liquid splashed and ran between his legs.

“I’ll start with the neck, you the belly button, and we lick the chocolate away, leaving his cock for last.” Severus placed the vodka bottle between Potter’s legs. “For refills. Ready?”

Draco nodded and licked his lips. Draco dove in, his tongue and lips slurping up the vodka. Potter moaned and squirmed, but didn’t dislodge either his hands or his feet.

Severus leaned down and sucked at Potter’s throat, the rumble of Potter’s groans against his lips spurring him on.

For almost an hour, Draco and Severus licked and sucked vodka and chocolate from Potter’s body until all that was left was his cock. He was a mewing, sweaty mess by the end, but the chocolate was still firmly lodged in his mouth and neither his hands nor feet had moved.

“Pull his legs up and prepare him, Draco.”

Potter started at the feel of his legs being moved, his eyes snapping open.

“It’s just me. I’m going to make it easier for Severus to take you,” Draco soothed. He pulled the chocolate from Potter’s mouth, an obvious cue that there might an issue with the proceedings. “Are you okay with that?”

Potter swallowed. He nodded.

“I need to hear you say it,” Draco said.

“Yeah. Yeah I want that.”

Draco’s eyes darkened to flint. “Careful, I might decide to do the same.”

“Want you to,” Potter whispered.

Draco leaned forward and kissed Harry soundly before returning to his task.

Potter turned his head and stared at Severus. Severus’s breath caught at the trust he saw there. Potter smiled before closing his eyes as Draco pushed in two fingers.

Severus kissed along Potter’s shaft, licking up the chocolate bits. He reached the head and plunged down, sucking hard. Potter’s back arched off the table. Up and down Severus went as Draco methodically teased Potter’s entrance.

“Please, please, please,” Potter chanted, his head tossing back and forth and he writhed.

When Severus was sure that Potter couldn’t stand a second longer, he pulled him up from the table.

“On a bed, if you please. I don’t fancy fucking you on this table.”

Draco helped Potter off the table and half-dragged, half-carried him down the hall. Severus strode behind them, his erection proud.

He entered the room to find Draco positioning Potter on his hands and knees in the center of the bed. Severus crawled behind Potter and rested his hands on Potter’s hips. For a moment, he just stared at the expanse of soft skin that lay before him. He leaned down and kissed the base of Potter’s spine. His tongue licked further down, resting at the beginning of his cleft. Severus was struck by the intimacy, the trust that had finally developed between them.

“Harry,” he murmured as he licked again.

“Oh, fuck,” Harry cried as Severus’s tongue swirled there but went no farther.

He put one hand at the small of Harry’s back and the other on his hip. He slicked himself, using a conveniently placed pot of lubricant, and guided himself in, stopping every few seconds to let Harry adjust while Draco drew Harry into a deep kiss.

Severus finally seated himself, his eyes almost rolling back at how tight Harry was. Severus sat back, taking Harry with him. Harry cried out as gravity forced Severus in deeper.

“Draco, sit on Harry’s thighs so that your cocks are rubbing against each other. Yes, just like that.”

Severus reached around and smeared lubricant on their cocks, making them both shudder and groan.

“Now, budge up as close as you can and put your arms around me,” Severus instructed as Draco shuffled closer. He was able to get close enough that he and Severus could kiss over Harry’s shoulder should they want to. Severus wanted to.

“Please, please, please,” Harry started chanting again, his voice breaking in the middle.

“I am going to make you see stars,” Severus whispered in his ear before biting down and thrusting up.

Harry screamed, Draco groaned, and they started fucking each other in earnest.

Time stretched until suspended as they kissed and bit and fucked. It was a mad scramble of hands and lips and teeth and cocks. When Severus felt himself close, he leaned over and kissed Draco hard. “Release the ring,” he murmured to Draco, knowing that Harry was so far gone, he’d not heard a thing.

Draco nodded, releasing and removing the ring. Harry’s head fell backward against Severus’s shoulder as he screamed again, sensation flooding him.

Severus thrust once, twice, three times more and came with a roar. Draco bit Harry’s shoulder hard as he too came.

Harry arched as much as he could, trapped between Severus and Draco. His face contorted in a silent scream as he came, covering Draco’s stomach and cock with his come. When it was done, he fell heavily against Severus.

“I think you broke him,” Draco teased as he pulled away and flopped on his back, panting. He held his arms out, indicating that Severus should send Harry his way.

Severus gently pushed Harry to the side, rolling him closer to Draco as he too flopped on his back.

“That was . . . that was incredible,” Draco said after a long while. Harry, it seemed, had either passed out or was sleeping.

“It was. I hope it won’t be the only time,” Severus said.

“Are you kidding? After that, no way would we let you go.” Draco rolled over and faced Severus, running his free hand through Harry’s hair. “Besides, it’s not just the sex, you know.”

“I know.”

“Good. Would you like to stay the night?”

“I’ve an early appointment. I think perhaps not.”

Draco’s face fell and Severus fought the urge to smile. He did want to stay, but he didn’t want to overplay his hand. There was a new game afoot, one he was sure to win. After all, they’d done the impossible in winning the parts of him Severus hadn’t known existed. It was Severus’s duty to return the favor.

“Friday, then? Dinner? Real dinner, I mean, and . . .” Draco shrugged, “whatever?”


Severus stood with great difficulty and cleaned and dressed with a few murmured spells. He kissed Draco goodbye and, as he’d seen Draco do many times, ran his hand through Potter’s hair. It was as nice a thing as he suspected it would be.

He let himself out, his mind already planning new games for the following Friday, and every Friday—every day—after that. Boxing Day, indeed. Severus wouldn’t have just one day, he’d have them all.


Moonlight poured through the window, its rays slanting across the bed and the two bodies twined there. Draco lay on his back while Harry lay on his side, running his fingers through Draco’s hair.

“Thank you,” Draco said at long last.

Harry’s fingers stilled. “Was it what you hoped it would be?”

Draco chuckled and rolled over, facing Harry. He reached out and skimmed the side of Harry’s face with his fingers. “Yes. But only because you were there. Sharing it with me.”

Harry’s smile was quick. He looked away. “He’s going to want more, you know. He wants more than just one night.”

Draco pulled Harry to him and kissed warm, soft skin. “I know that,” he murmured in between kisses. “How—how do you feel about that?”

It was Harry’s turn to laugh. “I think I’m okay with it.” He turned back and faced Draco, ducking his head, dropping soft kisses to Draco’s mouth, encouraging his lips to part. They kissed a long moment, each shuffling closer to the other, until they were a tangle of long, pale limbs. “That I think that,” Harry continued before tugging at Draco’s bottom lip again, “scares the piss out of me.”

“You’ve liked him a long time. I knew it when you wrote that letter to the Master Potions Guild. When you sorted me out after that dinner and bought him that present—you confirmed it.”

Harry bit his lip. “I didn’t want to see him lose out on the Guild and as for the other, I knew how you really felt about him and—and I wanted you to have that. And I wanted him to have the cup. He has so little.”

“Tender-hearted Gryffindor. It’s not just about me, you know. Or him.”

Harry nuzzled into Draco’s embrace. “I know that. I wanted it too. Well, maybe just the one-off in the beginning, but I want what you want now. I . . . I dunno. I care about him.”

Draco brushed his fingers up and down Harry’s arm. “I still can’t believe we pulled it off. I thought we were going to have to fuck in the Prefect’s Bath every night before he finally found us.”

Harry chuckled as he resumed running his fingers through Draco’s hair. “Don’t deny that you loved it. You like the possibility of getting caught—I should know. You’ve had your way with me in every public place imaginable.”

“You’re not exactly lacking in exhibitionist tendencies, you know. I heard all about your innocent honey swirling.”

Harry laughed. “Fair enough. Not all of that was an act. He’s very good at catching you off balance. Speaking of which, I meant to ask you how you managed to get Edward involved. I mean, the way we’d planned out would have worked, but that was much better.”

“I didn’t do anything but seize opportunity. It was total luck that he was there that day. I just followed him to the toilet and planted the seed. And what about you with all of that false nervousness at dinner? I mean, it worked to our advantage, but it was a surprising tack for you to take.”

Harry sighed. “I wasn’t acting. I really was that nervous. God, I can’t believe I got that drunk.” He shifted, tucking his head beneath Draco’s chin. “It wasn’t a game anymore. Not for me.”

Draco held his tongue that of course it was a game—even if a heart-felt, well-intentioned one. But he remembered that, for Harry, matters of the heart weren’t to be trifled with. He continued stroking Harry’s arm, beginning to slip into sleep.

“Do you think he’ll ever find out?” Harry asked, minutes later, jarring Draco from the edge of dreams.

“Probably not. And even if he did, he’s quite taken with both of us, you know. If I didn’t love you so much I think I’d be jealous.”

“Shut it, you prat. It’s only ever been you . . . well, and Severus now, I guess.”

“And now Severus.”

“What a threesome we make, yeah?”

“What a threesome, indeed. Happy Boxing Day, Harry.”

“Happy Boxing Day.”


Tags: [fic], [long/chaptered fic], rated: r

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