Pandraco's Box Part 1
Title: Pandraco's Box part 1
Pairing: Harry/Severus/Draco
Rating: N-17+
Warnings: Boi Sex (Highlight to read warnings for Part 2.) ->cross-dressing, boi sexing, spankapalooza.<-
Summary: Since moving in together, Harry, Draco and Severus share everything. So what exactly is Severus too embarrassed to show his extraordinarily open-minded lovers? Draco and Harry just HAVE to open that mysterious box, to assure Severus once and for all of just how open-minded they can be.
Word Count: 2000
Authors Note: Thank you, Pr0n Fairy for returning to me. And thank you, crack!Fairy for keeping me company while she was off having her hissy fit like the drama queen that she is. But crack is for another day. Today we have smut. Ah smut. *pets her fairy friends*
~*~
“And inside box number three, we have… more black!”
“Potter! Either refrain from commenting on my personal possessions or leave so that I may finish unpacking in peace!”
“Seriously, though. Why all the black? Did colour do you a personal wrong or something?” Draco drawled as he smoothed his own pale green shirt.
Severus glared across the room at his two lovers, both of whom were rifling curiously through a box that contained his immaculately folded casual wear. At least, the box had contained immaculately folded casual wear, before Harry had blithely stuck his hands in and knocked them into a crumpled mess. Severus winced at the wrinkled black material, wearily predicting several hours of ironing in his future.
“I’ll take these upstairs.” Harry announced, flicking out his wand and levitating them up the staircase of Grimmauld Place, where Draco and Severus would now be living, much to Harry’s excitement.
“Lazy boy.” Severus muttered as Harry effortlessly floated the boxes ahead of him, but the criticism was a half-hearted one - Harry did well enough of a job keeping fit, and his firm, toned body was a testament to his heavy daily workout. He caught Draco eyeing Harry with a similarly lecherous expression and they exchanged a Slytherin grin.
“Wait, what’s this one?” Harry halted and indicated the final box, a heavy black chest with a foreboding silver lock.
Severus eyed the chest warily and coughed. “I’ll be putting this one in the storage closet, Harry.”
Harry grinned. “Don’t be silly. I told you, there’s enough room here for all of your stuff. Both of you. Even if it is black. Come and put it in the bedroom.”
“I think not. This particular box has no purpose in everyday life. It is merely a… collection of sorts. Mementos.” Severus insisted with a slight blush, sparking Draco’s curiosity.
“What’s in it?” Draco demanded, striding over to the elegant chest. Severus shot him a dangerous look and summoned it towards him before Draco could lift the lid.
“Nothing of interest.” Severus firmly decreed, lifting the heavy wooden chest with his arms and moving confidently towards the storage closet.
“Mmm. Nice.” Draco commented mildly to Harry as Severus, clearly showing off, grunted his way out of the room, biceps straining through his black t-shirt.
Only once their older lover was well and truly out of earshot did Draco turn to Harry and whisper devilishly “So, what do you reckon’s in there?”
“Oh.” Harry looked dumbstruck for a moment. “Nothing of interest?” he tried hopefully. He wasn’t an idiot and he had a feeling he knew which direction Draco was heading. He also knew that their efforts to outwit Severus were rarely successful, and he didn’t fancy another occasion of being at Severus’ mercy.
On the other hand, being at Severus’ mercy often encompassed interesting benifets…
“Harry? Hello? Potter!” Draco clicked his fingers impatiently under Harry’s nose, interrupting what was developing into a fairly interesting daydream. A daydream involving an angry Severus and a very, profusely sorry Harry and Draco. Perhaps a sorry Harry and Draco on their knees, begging for forgiveness, maybe even wearing a leash of some description-
“Harry!”
Harry stirred reluctantly from his increasingly naughty daydream and sighed. “Draco, it’s probably nothing. He said mementoes. It’s probably photo albums and Christmas cards and shit.”
Draco rolled his eyes. “Bollocks, Potter, and you know it.” Draco assumed a thoughtful expression. “It’s probably something really kinky. Like an old porn collection, or an assortment of dildoes.”
Harry shook his head at the way Draco’s eyes lit up at the prospect, like a kid getting his Christmas presents a day early.
“If that were the case, why would he hide them from us?” Harry tried to sound derisive, but he himself was starting to feel a stirring curiosity. What was Severus hiding?
Harry shook his head, anxious. “Draco, what if it’s something really awful, like a bunch of old dark arts stuff?”
“Those are in box five, next to his pyjamas.”
“Oh. The black ones?”
“No, Potter, the fuzzy pink ones with the little hearts.”
“Git.”
“Tonight?”
“…oh all right. But only if you can promise we wont get caught.”
“Of course.”
~*~
Zzzzz
“Harry?”
Zzzzz*snort*zzzz
Poke. “Harry!”
“Ow!”
“God, you sleep like the dead.”
“Why’d you poke me?”
“Shut up! You’ll wake Sev!”
Harry held his breath. The fact that Severus didn’t hex Draco into next Tuesday for referring to him as ‘Sev’ was proof enough that he was, indeed, asleep.
Seeing Severus’ innocent, peaceful expression as he slept stirred some guilt inside Harry for what he and Draco were about to do - though the sleeping-angel look was somewhat ruined by the bite marks decorating his shoulder. Draco had wickedly sharp teeth, and Harry winced as he felt his bruised flesh ache somewhere much more personal.
“Ready?” Draco slid smoothly out from between the silk sheets (black, of course) and tiptoed towards the heavy oak door of the master bedroom, rolling his eyes as he heard Harry gracelessly tumble out of bed and onto the floor.
Harry couldn’t help feeling terribly naughty as they tiptoed naked through their own house, and seeing Draco prowl ahead of him, bare white body moving fluidly through the shadows, was helping none. Despite Severus having sucked him dry less than two hours ago, Harry was quickly finding his pace hampered by an increasing distraction between his legs.
“God fuck it, where the fucking hell is the storage closet?” Draco exclaimed as they circled the house again. Harry couldn’t remember, his mind solely focussed on the alabaster behind swaying tantalisingly before him.
They managed to get to the kitchen, meticulously scrubbed and organised by Severus, before Harry finally had to stop and seize the kitchen counter with a small moan. Draco looked over his shoulder in concern and staggered in his tracks as he caught sight of Harry’s painfully straining erection.
Draco raised an eyebrow, smirk slowly morphing into a downright wicked smile.
“No, come on, Draco, lets just-” Harry’s words were cut short as Draco took three elegant strides towards him and tugged their bodies together, rubbing his steadily inflating cock against Harry’s, already rock-solid and weeping with gratitude at the sudden friction.
Harry sucked a breath through his teeth and bucked into the contact. His arms disobeyed his brain as they quickly slid around Draco’s thin, milky waist, pulling him as tight as possible against Harry’s solid frame.
“We’re in the kitchen!” Harry blurted stupidly, clinging to the feeble hope that Draco had managed to retain enough Malfoy dignity to repel the notion of shagging in what he had once referred to as a ‘house-elf area of operation.’
As it transpired, any Malfoy dignity Draco had previously possessed had long since fled, and he chose to demonstrate this by emitting a high-pitched squeal at the sensation of being enveloped in warm, smooth, sweaty muscles. He panged suddenly for the familiar scratch of Severus’ body hair that usually accompanied Harry’s smooth planes as the two of them assaulted Draco’s body.
Then Harry’s mouth latched on to Draco’s neck, and Draco was able to just let go and enjoy whatever sensations his present lover was willing to indulge him in. Severus, after all, would still be here tomorrow; and the next day and the next after that.
Harry groaned against Draco’s collarbone as the pureblood squirmed against him, throwing his arms up to wrap none-too-gently around Harry’s neck. Draco’s skin tasted like sweat and sex, and Harry whined as he detected the distinctive hot, musky scent of Severus on Draco’s body.
Cock throbbing, Harry replayed the evenings earlier activities in his mind; Severus, leaning forwards over Draco’s back… Draco, mouth wet and hot around Harry’s cock, dripping with saliva and vibrating with the moans that Severus managed to draw out as he ploughed Draco from behind, propelling him forwards onto Harry’s cock again and again and again…
“Oh, FUCK!” Harry shouted, digging his fingernails harshly into the small of Draco’s back. Draco squawked and struggled against the biting grip, his squirming movements making Harry, if anything, even more excited.
“Want you so badly, Draco…” Harry tried to growl in a dominant, masculine gravel, but it came out as more of a pitched whine. He rectified his slide from machismo by sinking his upper teeth none too gently into the juncture where neck meets shoulder.
Draco’s eyes crossed and he shuddered at the combined sting of Harry’s nails and teeth. He was going to have marks, and Harry bloody well knew it. Most assuredly out of spite and revenge - and not because he knew Harry would enjoy it or anything - Draco dragged his own nails down the length of Harry’s spine, adding a fierce nip for good measure.
Cock pulsing angrily at Draco’s actions, Harry’s hips pushed forwards of their own accord and ground against Draco’s in steady rhythm. Draco’s heart fluttered like a trapped Snitch as he recognized the determined glint in Harry’s eyes.
Without another word, Harry seized Draco around the waist, lifting him out of the kitchen and dragging him to the more spacious living room floor, Draco kicking and squawking all the while, reminding Harry irresistibly of a little kid who doesn’t want to leave the park quite yet.
By the time Harry had chosen a suitable space, Draco had worked himself into an indignant tantrum, and was thrashing about violently in an effort to reject Harry’s dragging him to the floor. The excited jerking of his cock belayed Draco’s bodily protests, and so Harry knew Draco’s fit was merely yet another struggle to regain his hold on Harry’s reins. So had it been with their childhood rivalry, Harry and Draco were constantly fighting for control in bed, often while Severus watched with amused enthusiasm.
“Get - oof - on your fucking - ungh - knees!” Harry ground out as he started attempting to yank Draco to the ground.
“Pathetic, Potter.” Draco snarled, bucking madly in an effort to get out of Harry’s grip while at the same time trying to rub his cock against as much of Harry’s body as possible. This conflict of interests eventually turned to be Draco’s downfall, and he shouted out in both anger and triumph as Harry finally sent them both crashing to the cold stone floor.
Stunned for a moment by his victory, Harry scrabbled for some kind of rudimentary hold of Draco’s limbs, while Draco put on a half-hearted show of pouting in mourn of his defeat.
“Aren’t you even going to prepare me first?” Draco demanded, spreading his legs nonetheless.
Harry felt around Draco’s hole, gratified when he felt the slick remains of Draco’s earlier preparation, complete with Severus’ own remains. “No need.” He reminded Draco pointedly, and Draco shuddered underneath him, nodding quickly.
Harry fumbled as he positioned himself, clumsy in his haste to bury himself inside Draco and stake the final claim in this small victory. Draco had already surrendered, or perhaps had simply chosen to win in his own way, for he moved with Harry now, instead of against him.
“Hold on.”
“To what?” Draco managed to taunt before his vision shattered as Harry entered his body in one smooth motion.
“Oh yeah,” Harry huffed as Draco’s velvet heat gripped him from all angles, before he immediately set up a frantic pace that Severus would have described as ‘impatient’.
Draco moaned long and loud, revelling in Harry’s lack of restraint. He pulled at his own cock with similar rapidity, his want for this feeling to never, ever end battling with his urgent desire to reach the peak.
Harry pulled his lips over his teeth and hissed a flurry of appreciative expletives as the wonderful tension in his genitals climbed at a phenomenal rate; his heart thudded in warning as the first insistent tingles started around his balls and navel. Shouting out in wordless pleasure, Harry pounded his way to completion, too exhilarated to care that he had made it little over a few minutes inside Draco.
Draco groaned a mixture of annoyance, envy, appreciation and desire as he felt warmth flood his passage. His cock throbbed indignantly under his flurried motions, and Draco chewed his lip desperately as he jerked his hips with tiny, needy movements.
Harry softened and slipped from his warm haven, bravely rubbing his body against Draco in the way he knew drove him crazy. Sure enough, Draco’s hand sped up dramatically, his breathing becoming irregular and laboured as Harry nuzzled Draco’s creamy neck and exhaled, teasing the smooth skin with hot snuffles of air.
Draco came with a quiet, dignified grunt; he had once mocked Harry for never being able to come silently. Ever the compassionate lover, Severus had defended Harry by tying Draco up and fucking him until he practically screamed for release. Severus himself articulated various deities while riding the waves of ecstasy, although he had recently fallen into the habit of shouting out Harry and Draco’s names instead. Draco referred to this transubstantiation as ‘trading up’.
As Harry reflected on the coital mannerisms of his partners, he became dimly aware of Draco squirming beneath him, as though he were trying to crane his head backwards.
“Oh. There’s the closet.” Draco breathed. Harry took three deep breaths and focussed his energy into lifting his head and sure enough, barely two metres from where they lay, the door of the storage closet was clearly visible.
Harry and Draco scrambled clumsily as they worked their way out of their sweaty, messy tangle. Once separated, Draco rose gracefully, like a dancer, snorting in disgust as Harry hauled himself to his feet and promptly fell down as his legs gave out.
Once up and glaring at his smug partner in crime, Harry gripped the doorhandle defiantly and tugged.
Like many rooms of the house, indeed the house itself, the space behind the door was definitely larger on the inside than it should be, but most of it was empty space and Draco had no trouble locating the isolated black chest.
“Go on.” Draco whispered excitedly.
Harry bit his lip and gripped the lid of the chest, expecting the worst.
Creeeeeeeak.
“…”
“…”
“…well, this is unexpected.”
~*~
Next Part: Complete. Will be here soon
Pairing: Harry/Severus/Draco
Rating: N-17+
Warnings: Boi Sex (Highlight to read warnings for Part 2.) ->cross-dressing, boi sexing, spankapalooza.<-
Summary: Since moving in together, Harry, Draco and Severus share everything. So what exactly is Severus too embarrassed to show his extraordinarily open-minded lovers? Draco and Harry just HAVE to open that mysterious box, to assure Severus once and for all of just how open-minded they can be.
Word Count: 2000
Authors Note: Thank you, Pr0n Fairy for returning to me. And thank you, crack!Fairy for keeping me company while she was off having her hissy fit like the drama queen that she is. But crack is for another day. Today we have smut. Ah smut. *pets her fairy friends*
~*~
“And inside box number three, we have… more black!”
“Potter! Either refrain from commenting on my personal possessions or leave so that I may finish unpacking in peace!”
“Seriously, though. Why all the black? Did colour do you a personal wrong or something?” Draco drawled as he smoothed his own pale green shirt.
Severus glared across the room at his two lovers, both of whom were rifling curiously through a box that contained his immaculately folded casual wear. At least, the box had contained immaculately folded casual wear, before Harry had blithely stuck his hands in and knocked them into a crumpled mess. Severus winced at the wrinkled black material, wearily predicting several hours of ironing in his future.
“I’ll take these upstairs.” Harry announced, flicking out his wand and levitating them up the staircase of Grimmauld Place, where Draco and Severus would now be living, much to Harry’s excitement.
“Lazy boy.” Severus muttered as Harry effortlessly floated the boxes ahead of him, but the criticism was a half-hearted one - Harry did well enough of a job keeping fit, and his firm, toned body was a testament to his heavy daily workout. He caught Draco eyeing Harry with a similarly lecherous expression and they exchanged a Slytherin grin.
“Wait, what’s this one?” Harry halted and indicated the final box, a heavy black chest with a foreboding silver lock.
Severus eyed the chest warily and coughed. “I’ll be putting this one in the storage closet, Harry.”
Harry grinned. “Don’t be silly. I told you, there’s enough room here for all of your stuff. Both of you. Even if it is black. Come and put it in the bedroom.”
“I think not. This particular box has no purpose in everyday life. It is merely a… collection of sorts. Mementos.” Severus insisted with a slight blush, sparking Draco’s curiosity.
“What’s in it?” Draco demanded, striding over to the elegant chest. Severus shot him a dangerous look and summoned it towards him before Draco could lift the lid.
“Nothing of interest.” Severus firmly decreed, lifting the heavy wooden chest with his arms and moving confidently towards the storage closet.
“Mmm. Nice.” Draco commented mildly to Harry as Severus, clearly showing off, grunted his way out of the room, biceps straining through his black t-shirt.
Only once their older lover was well and truly out of earshot did Draco turn to Harry and whisper devilishly “So, what do you reckon’s in there?”
“Oh.” Harry looked dumbstruck for a moment. “Nothing of interest?” he tried hopefully. He wasn’t an idiot and he had a feeling he knew which direction Draco was heading. He also knew that their efforts to outwit Severus were rarely successful, and he didn’t fancy another occasion of being at Severus’ mercy.
On the other hand, being at Severus’ mercy often encompassed interesting benifets…
“Harry? Hello? Potter!” Draco clicked his fingers impatiently under Harry’s nose, interrupting what was developing into a fairly interesting daydream. A daydream involving an angry Severus and a very, profusely sorry Harry and Draco. Perhaps a sorry Harry and Draco on their knees, begging for forgiveness, maybe even wearing a leash of some description-
“Harry!”
Harry stirred reluctantly from his increasingly naughty daydream and sighed. “Draco, it’s probably nothing. He said mementoes. It’s probably photo albums and Christmas cards and shit.”
Draco rolled his eyes. “Bollocks, Potter, and you know it.” Draco assumed a thoughtful expression. “It’s probably something really kinky. Like an old porn collection, or an assortment of dildoes.”
Harry shook his head at the way Draco’s eyes lit up at the prospect, like a kid getting his Christmas presents a day early.
“If that were the case, why would he hide them from us?” Harry tried to sound derisive, but he himself was starting to feel a stirring curiosity. What was Severus hiding?
Harry shook his head, anxious. “Draco, what if it’s something really awful, like a bunch of old dark arts stuff?”
“Those are in box five, next to his pyjamas.”
“Oh. The black ones?”
“No, Potter, the fuzzy pink ones with the little hearts.”
“Git.”
“Tonight?”
“…oh all right. But only if you can promise we wont get caught.”
“Of course.”
~*~
Zzzzz
“Harry?”
Zzzzz*snort*zzzz
Poke. “Harry!”
“Ow!”
“God, you sleep like the dead.”
“Why’d you poke me?”
“Shut up! You’ll wake Sev!”
Harry held his breath. The fact that Severus didn’t hex Draco into next Tuesday for referring to him as ‘Sev’ was proof enough that he was, indeed, asleep.
Seeing Severus’ innocent, peaceful expression as he slept stirred some guilt inside Harry for what he and Draco were about to do - though the sleeping-angel look was somewhat ruined by the bite marks decorating his shoulder. Draco had wickedly sharp teeth, and Harry winced as he felt his bruised flesh ache somewhere much more personal.
“Ready?” Draco slid smoothly out from between the silk sheets (black, of course) and tiptoed towards the heavy oak door of the master bedroom, rolling his eyes as he heard Harry gracelessly tumble out of bed and onto the floor.
Harry couldn’t help feeling terribly naughty as they tiptoed naked through their own house, and seeing Draco prowl ahead of him, bare white body moving fluidly through the shadows, was helping none. Despite Severus having sucked him dry less than two hours ago, Harry was quickly finding his pace hampered by an increasing distraction between his legs.
“God fuck it, where the fucking hell is the storage closet?” Draco exclaimed as they circled the house again. Harry couldn’t remember, his mind solely focussed on the alabaster behind swaying tantalisingly before him.
They managed to get to the kitchen, meticulously scrubbed and organised by Severus, before Harry finally had to stop and seize the kitchen counter with a small moan. Draco looked over his shoulder in concern and staggered in his tracks as he caught sight of Harry’s painfully straining erection.
Draco raised an eyebrow, smirk slowly morphing into a downright wicked smile.
“No, come on, Draco, lets just-” Harry’s words were cut short as Draco took three elegant strides towards him and tugged their bodies together, rubbing his steadily inflating cock against Harry’s, already rock-solid and weeping with gratitude at the sudden friction.
Harry sucked a breath through his teeth and bucked into the contact. His arms disobeyed his brain as they quickly slid around Draco’s thin, milky waist, pulling him as tight as possible against Harry’s solid frame.
“We’re in the kitchen!” Harry blurted stupidly, clinging to the feeble hope that Draco had managed to retain enough Malfoy dignity to repel the notion of shagging in what he had once referred to as a ‘house-elf area of operation.’
As it transpired, any Malfoy dignity Draco had previously possessed had long since fled, and he chose to demonstrate this by emitting a high-pitched squeal at the sensation of being enveloped in warm, smooth, sweaty muscles. He panged suddenly for the familiar scratch of Severus’ body hair that usually accompanied Harry’s smooth planes as the two of them assaulted Draco’s body.
Then Harry’s mouth latched on to Draco’s neck, and Draco was able to just let go and enjoy whatever sensations his present lover was willing to indulge him in. Severus, after all, would still be here tomorrow; and the next day and the next after that.
Harry groaned against Draco’s collarbone as the pureblood squirmed against him, throwing his arms up to wrap none-too-gently around Harry’s neck. Draco’s skin tasted like sweat and sex, and Harry whined as he detected the distinctive hot, musky scent of Severus on Draco’s body.
Cock throbbing, Harry replayed the evenings earlier activities in his mind; Severus, leaning forwards over Draco’s back… Draco, mouth wet and hot around Harry’s cock, dripping with saliva and vibrating with the moans that Severus managed to draw out as he ploughed Draco from behind, propelling him forwards onto Harry’s cock again and again and again…
“Oh, FUCK!” Harry shouted, digging his fingernails harshly into the small of Draco’s back. Draco squawked and struggled against the biting grip, his squirming movements making Harry, if anything, even more excited.
“Want you so badly, Draco…” Harry tried to growl in a dominant, masculine gravel, but it came out as more of a pitched whine. He rectified his slide from machismo by sinking his upper teeth none too gently into the juncture where neck meets shoulder.
Draco’s eyes crossed and he shuddered at the combined sting of Harry’s nails and teeth. He was going to have marks, and Harry bloody well knew it. Most assuredly out of spite and revenge - and not because he knew Harry would enjoy it or anything - Draco dragged his own nails down the length of Harry’s spine, adding a fierce nip for good measure.
Cock pulsing angrily at Draco’s actions, Harry’s hips pushed forwards of their own accord and ground against Draco’s in steady rhythm. Draco’s heart fluttered like a trapped Snitch as he recognized the determined glint in Harry’s eyes.
Without another word, Harry seized Draco around the waist, lifting him out of the kitchen and dragging him to the more spacious living room floor, Draco kicking and squawking all the while, reminding Harry irresistibly of a little kid who doesn’t want to leave the park quite yet.
By the time Harry had chosen a suitable space, Draco had worked himself into an indignant tantrum, and was thrashing about violently in an effort to reject Harry’s dragging him to the floor. The excited jerking of his cock belayed Draco’s bodily protests, and so Harry knew Draco’s fit was merely yet another struggle to regain his hold on Harry’s reins. So had it been with their childhood rivalry, Harry and Draco were constantly fighting for control in bed, often while Severus watched with amused enthusiasm.
“Get - oof - on your fucking - ungh - knees!” Harry ground out as he started attempting to yank Draco to the ground.
“Pathetic, Potter.” Draco snarled, bucking madly in an effort to get out of Harry’s grip while at the same time trying to rub his cock against as much of Harry’s body as possible. This conflict of interests eventually turned to be Draco’s downfall, and he shouted out in both anger and triumph as Harry finally sent them both crashing to the cold stone floor.
Stunned for a moment by his victory, Harry scrabbled for some kind of rudimentary hold of Draco’s limbs, while Draco put on a half-hearted show of pouting in mourn of his defeat.
“Aren’t you even going to prepare me first?” Draco demanded, spreading his legs nonetheless.
Harry felt around Draco’s hole, gratified when he felt the slick remains of Draco’s earlier preparation, complete with Severus’ own remains. “No need.” He reminded Draco pointedly, and Draco shuddered underneath him, nodding quickly.
Harry fumbled as he positioned himself, clumsy in his haste to bury himself inside Draco and stake the final claim in this small victory. Draco had already surrendered, or perhaps had simply chosen to win in his own way, for he moved with Harry now, instead of against him.
“Hold on.”
“To what?” Draco managed to taunt before his vision shattered as Harry entered his body in one smooth motion.
“Oh yeah,” Harry huffed as Draco’s velvet heat gripped him from all angles, before he immediately set up a frantic pace that Severus would have described as ‘impatient’.
Draco moaned long and loud, revelling in Harry’s lack of restraint. He pulled at his own cock with similar rapidity, his want for this feeling to never, ever end battling with his urgent desire to reach the peak.
Harry pulled his lips over his teeth and hissed a flurry of appreciative expletives as the wonderful tension in his genitals climbed at a phenomenal rate; his heart thudded in warning as the first insistent tingles started around his balls and navel. Shouting out in wordless pleasure, Harry pounded his way to completion, too exhilarated to care that he had made it little over a few minutes inside Draco.
Draco groaned a mixture of annoyance, envy, appreciation and desire as he felt warmth flood his passage. His cock throbbed indignantly under his flurried motions, and Draco chewed his lip desperately as he jerked his hips with tiny, needy movements.
Harry softened and slipped from his warm haven, bravely rubbing his body against Draco in the way he knew drove him crazy. Sure enough, Draco’s hand sped up dramatically, his breathing becoming irregular and laboured as Harry nuzzled Draco’s creamy neck and exhaled, teasing the smooth skin with hot snuffles of air.
Draco came with a quiet, dignified grunt; he had once mocked Harry for never being able to come silently. Ever the compassionate lover, Severus had defended Harry by tying Draco up and fucking him until he practically screamed for release. Severus himself articulated various deities while riding the waves of ecstasy, although he had recently fallen into the habit of shouting out Harry and Draco’s names instead. Draco referred to this transubstantiation as ‘trading up’.
As Harry reflected on the coital mannerisms of his partners, he became dimly aware of Draco squirming beneath him, as though he were trying to crane his head backwards.
“Oh. There’s the closet.” Draco breathed. Harry took three deep breaths and focussed his energy into lifting his head and sure enough, barely two metres from where they lay, the door of the storage closet was clearly visible.
Harry and Draco scrambled clumsily as they worked their way out of their sweaty, messy tangle. Once separated, Draco rose gracefully, like a dancer, snorting in disgust as Harry hauled himself to his feet and promptly fell down as his legs gave out.
Once up and glaring at his smug partner in crime, Harry gripped the doorhandle defiantly and tugged.
Like many rooms of the house, indeed the house itself, the space behind the door was definitely larger on the inside than it should be, but most of it was empty space and Draco had no trouble locating the isolated black chest.
“Go on.” Draco whispered excitedly.
Harry bit his lip and gripped the lid of the chest, expecting the worst.
Creeeeeeeak.
“…”
“…”
“…well, this is unexpected.”
~*~
Next Part: Complete. Will be here soon