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Due predominantly to the fact that Theo’s work took him to Wales until Friday, and Hermione and Draco’s own work weeks were slammed with case upon case, their typical weekly schedule hadn’t yet been recalibrated. They’d need to have a sit down discussion to figure out what exactly they were, and soon, because if they wanted to have her together…perhaps a few times a week…The fantasies kept her busy in the scant idle time between tasks.
When Thursday rolled around without Theo’s company, she was more eager than ever to see if the boys were up for a repeat performance the next day. She was just sitting down to pen twin missives when an owl tapped on her window. She breathed a soft sound of amusement at one of them having beaten her to it, but when she unrolled the scroll, saw it was an invitation to Blaise’s the following evening. Drinks, poker, and therefore, she knew, both Draco and Theo’s attendance.
It was their week anniversary of being together and she decided to do something special for them – something secret and sexy. She’d had her nipples pierced years ago during a post-war identity crisis, but hadn’t worn jewelry in ages, so she’d forgotten how sensitive it made her. And now, as the satiny material of her bra rubbed gently against the new jewelry which was making her breasts extra-sensitive, she was paying the price.
The heightened sensitivity was something she was only half regretting as she met Draco’s eyes upon arrival in Blaise’s lounge, the grey of his irises a perfect match to the gemstone-tipped barbell she’d put through her right nipple. Blue eyes met her next from the drinks table, and her similarly adorned left nipple gave a phantom tingle.
Though she’d had time to nip home after work to change, it appeared that Draco had come straight from the Ministry. He’d discarded his cloak and suit jacket in favor of torturing her in just his tailored trousers and white Oxford, the top two buttons undone and the sleeves rolled to the elbow. She narrowed her eyes at him and he hid his smirk behind the rim of his glass as he took a sip, gaze turning back to whatever Blaise was saying.
She wandered over to where Theo was ostensibly pouring a drink but taking far too long to be doing anything than stalling for her approach.
“Hi.” She stopped beside him, taking inventory of the bottles on offer rather than giving him the satisfaction of having lured her.
While the intimate nature of their relationship wasn’t public knowledge, if anyone would be keen enough to pick up on it, it would be the people gathered in Blaise’s lounge: a handful of Slytherins and, unsurprisingly, Ron. His relationship with Daphne Greengrass had been his in, but it was commonly accepted that if Blaise was hosting games, Ron would be in attendance with or without his beau. As it so happened, Daphne was seated beside him on a low sofa, holding a conversation with Pansy across from them. Ron had waved a hand in greeting; both women had flashed smiles.
“Hello, Hermione.” Theo spun the cap off a bottle of St. Germaine, eyeballing a measure into his half-full glass before tilting his head and adding a splash more. “See anything you fancy?”
"I might."
"Hmm."
She shot him a glance sidelong, catching the resulting smile he shared with the bottle as he recapped it before picking up half a lemon, palming it for a moment before crushing it in his fist, dripping juice both into his drink and all over the table.
"Whoops. Always make such a wet, sticky mess when I squeeze. You can relate, I expect."
She scoffed. “Is it going to be innuendos all night?”
His smile broadened as he raised his drink to her in a salute. “Of course.”
She snagged it from mid-air, stealing the first sip then humming happily, inspecting the drink. “Oh, this is delicious.”
"Take it. What's mine is yours."
She rolled her eyes - dramatically - enjoying the warmth of Theo’s soft laughter as it trailed after her. She made her way across the room on her way to Blaise. It was only polite to greet the host, after all.
Draco eyed her approach from over Blaise’s shoulder, eyes flicking down her body in a quick appreciation before fixing back on the taller man. She was doubly glad she’d popped home to change, especially considering the way Pansy and Daphne had dressed for the occasion in pretty little dresses. The sweeping neckline of Hermione's dress gave the effect of a wrapped style but it was cinched at the waist and hugged her hips and legs down to just above her knees. The slit up the side of her right thigh allowed for maneuverability and though the light honey fabric made it feel less overtly sexy than a darker color might have, it was still a devilish dress.
She’d smiled at her reflection when she’d checked the lines of it, seeing the way it accentuated her figure, excited to see what Theo and Draco thought of it. It was perhaps a bit wicked to tempt them like that, but then again, Hermione had never been accused of playing fair.
“...which is yet another example,” Blaise was saying as Hermione neared.
“Granger,” Draco interjected, performing a gentlemanly half-step to the side to indicate she was welcome to join them. “Hello.”
Blaise peered over at her. “Hermione! Glad you were able to make it.”
“Sorry to interrupt, I just wanted to say thanks for the invite.” She sipped her pilfered drink, barely resisting the impulse to offer a sip to Draco. “Though I can’t remember the last time I’ve played poker.”
Blaise chuckled. “Don’t advertise that too broadly, H. We’re a cutthroat group.”
“Is that so?” She shared a dubious glance with Draco. “You’d really take advantage of my inexperience like that?”
Draco's eyes glinted. “You’re a quick learner. The advantage is always yours.”
She flicked a brow, keeping her smile politely retrained. “I suppose we’ll see.”
Blaise checked his watch then scanned the room. “Actually, seeing as everyone’s here, let’s get the game going.”
He strode out toward the circular table in the middle of the room, waving his wand to summon a deck of cards and sending several streams of colorful poker chips down into neat, ascending stacks in front of each chair.
“After you,” Draco murmured, suddenly right behind her, his fingertips light on her lower back.
She cast a glance over her shoulder at him, tutting at his mischievous grin and the way his eyes dropped to her arse as she took a step forward. He had his gaze corralled by the time they reached the table, noting at the same time she did that they were one chair short.
“Damn,” Blaise muttered, “I always forget to count myself.”
“No problem,” Draco cut in easily, “Hermione can sit on Theo’s lap. He needs all the help he can get when it comes to playing games. Don’t you, Theo?”
Across the table, Theo rolled his lips in, nodding with faux-earnestness at the absolutely incorrect statement regarding his game-playing prowess. Hermione narrowed her eyes at him, then turned her suspicious gaze to Draco.
“We could just conjure another,” she said reasonably.
Draco made an unenthused sound. “But then we’d have to expand the table to fit another chair and I can’t be bothered. Go on, so we can get the game started.”
Theo took a seat and leaned back obligingly. Hermione sent her eyes between him and where Draco was casually, though pointedly, seating himself directly across the table from him.
“Go on, Hermione,” Ron chimed in, taking the seat to Theo’s left. “You’ve sat on plenty of laps before.”
“Has she?” Pansy inquired, leaning forward from Theo’s right to inspect Ron. “How scandalous.”
Ron snorted. “Not everything has to be sexual, Pansy.”
Pansy shared an incredulous look with Daphne on Ron’s other side, who breathed a soft, amused laugh. Blaise sat down between Draco and Pansy, looping his arm over her shoulder.
“You can make everything sexual with me if you like, Pans,” he offered magnanimously.
She tsked but didn’t shake him off, though Hermione was fairly certain there was nothing beyond sibling-adjacent intimacy between them. But then again, her own intimacy was concealed in plain sight, so perhaps…
Her musings were cut off when Theo reached for her hand, tugging her sideways so she took two stumbling steps toward him.
“While your reticence is flattering,” he told her with a grin, “I promise my lap is more comfortable than standing all night in those heels.”
The reminder of the last time she’d been sprawled over his lap – first seated, and then impaled, and then leaned back against it while impaled again – sent an echo of heat through her. She was, of course, quite eager to settle herself on Theo’s lap but heaved a sigh, putting on a performance of begrudging acceptance as she seated herself gingerly on his thighs. He let go of her hand to resettle her so her back was against his chest, her bum snug against his groin. She contained her surprised squeak as best she could but across the table, Draco bit the inside of his cheek to conceal his smirk.
Blaise dealt two cards each around the table. Theo curled his arms around her in a contactless-hug, picking up their hand then chuckling to himself when he saw what they’d been dealt: the Jack of hearts and the Jack of spades.
“At least try to be covert,” Blaise drawled.
Theo shot him a playful glance. “I was just thinking about something else. Nothing to do with the cards.”
Blaise and Ron snorted; Draco, Pansy, and Daphne raised incredulous brows. Hermione elbowed him, striking at his bicep where it rested around her.
“Despite everything, I actually do want to try and win so shush, Nott. Don’t give anything away.”
Under the table, he aligned his foot with hers. “Oh, I don’t intend to.”
She wanted to smile, or kiss him, but remembered her surroundings and forcibly refocused on their cards. Theo swapped the order of the cards so that the one-eyed Jacks were looking at one another instead of away.
“There,” he whispered. “You prefer it organized like this, don’t you?”
She leaned a bit more of her weight on him in retaliation and he grunted a little laugh.
The betting started with Pansy and Hermione knew enough about the odds to not hesitate adding chips to the pile. Blaise turned over three cards into the center of the table: the seven of diamonds, the three of diamonds, and the Jack of clubs.
Theo hummed a pleased sound, rather closer to her ear than she’d anticipated, and the rumble of it vibrated through her. She fought to sit still, instinctively finding Draco’s gaze from across the table. If anyone would know right away what Theo might do once he had her on his lap — had, in fact, likely orchestrated it — it would be Draco.
His face was tilting down towards his cards but his grey eyes were fixed somewhere around her ribs. Where Theo’s arm was curled around her. It gave her a little bolt of satisfaction, that his own machinations were turning against him. She casually shifted her weight over Theo’s lap again, leaning her elbows on the table to create a little space between them while simultaneously angling her arse further into his groin. With her eyes on Draco, she had to roll her lips in to quell her grin when his jaw tightened at the same time that Theo’s arm did.
Draco’s eyes cut up to hers a second later, catching the tail end of her amusement. His jaw softened but the flash of his eyes warned her that the game was only beginning.
After another round of betting concluded – with Blaise folding – Blaise turned over the fourth card: the five of diamonds.
“Shit,” Theo whispered. “Someone could be close to a straight flush.”
“It’s improbable,” she whispered back.
“We may as well go all-in then,” he advised sarcastically.
She tsked and he snorted. Pansy folded, Hermione bet, and Ron doubled it — with Theo humming a low warning sound, which she tsked at again. Daphne matched the bet. Draco raised a brow and folded.
The final turn revealed the three of clubs.
“Let’s see it,” Blaise said, gesturing to Theo.
Theo laid down their twin Jacks, reaching forward to tap the third Jack and then the two threes. “Full House.”
“Bugger,” groused Ron, laying down his cards next: the ten and Queen of diamonds. “I had a Flush.”
“Ahh, so close,” Blaise said. “Full House stands. Daph?”
“Straight Flush,” she said, pink-cheeked with pride, placing the four and two of diamonds neatly in front of her, and then leaning over to kiss Ron’s cheek. “Sorry, darling.”
“I can’t believe I lost with a Flush,” he sighed, but sent a little smile over to Daphne when she sat back. “Well done.”
Blaise collected the cards and spelled them to shuffle, sending the pile of chips to Daphne.
In the busyness of getting the next round set, Draco’s eyes found Hermione’s. She shot a small smile over to him which he returned before raising his glass to take a sip, eyes trailing slowly down her neck and to her tits. It made her suddenly aware of how much cleavage her elbows-on-the-table posture was displaying, something she casually enhanced by scooting her elbows together another half inch so that her breasts were pressed together obscenely.
Draco’s throat bobbed, his tongue darted out to catch the lingering moisture from his lips as he slowly lowered his glass, eyes fixed on her tits. She wanted his mouth on them; the thought had her nipples pulling tight behind two layers of satin. She wanted to look down to check if her secret was evident – her arousal and the decorations she’d added – but there was no discrete way to check herself out and so just stared at Draco until his eyes trailed up to hers.
As he made eye contact, he raised his glass and had another slow, lazy sip. Game on, his eyes seemed to say.
Fuck.
Her clit pulsed and she pressed her legs together, flexing her thighs to increase the pressure.
“Oh, that’s not nearly enough, is it?” Theo murmured, loudly enough to carry.
Her face warmed, a bolt of nerves shooting through her at the prospect that he was about to out her state to the room of their friends. But then he thumbed through their stack of poker chips again and his double-meaning clicked.
“Not if you bet like a madman,” she agreed, voice carefully level. “But if we’re sensible about it, it’s plenty.”
“You know I love being sensible,” he returned, caging the tower of chips within his fingers then drawing his hand up, the resulting clack tickling the base of her spine.
“Stop that,” Daphne whined, batting her hand through the air at Theo.
“What, this?” Theo clacked the chips again.
“Yes. That’s infuriating.”
“Try it, it’s fun.” Theo went to do it a third time but Draco clicked his tongue.
“It’s highly irritating,” he agreed. “And since you can’t control yourself, I don’t want to see your hands on the table again until the end of the game.”
She shot a disbelieving look at Draco. He raised his brows, silently challenging her. Insolent as ever, Theo faked toying with the chips again then laughed and obediently dropped his hands under the table to rest high on her thighs.
“Fine, fine, I’ll be good.”
He immediately discredited his words by slipping his right hand under the slit of her dress, fingers brushing the bare skin of her inner thigh. Draco tilted his glass at him in a nonverbal cheers.
Her honey-colored dress was going to be melted to her body if they kept it up.
Blaise dealt the next round, giving Hermione and Theo the nine of spades and the six of clubs.
“Don’t say a word,” she advised under her breath.
He used the tip of his index finger to draw a six and nine on her thigh, then underscored it with two long, slow lines. It was getting tricky to control her physical reactions to him – her amusement as much as her arousal – but she didn’t want to give away the game yet.
Across the table, Draco glanced once at his cards then laid them facedown on the table before leaning back and letting his gaze drip down her body, his hand loosely caging the rim of his glass. The liquid inside was clear, condensation beading on the smooth surface. A cold drink; something with ice. If she knew him at all – and she thought she rather did – she’d go all-in on the bet that his tongue tasted like gin.
When the turn displayed nothing of use to her, Hermione gratefully folded. Her attention was scattered, body keyed into the endless patterns Theo was drawing on her thighs, his hands moving slowly under the table to touch every part of her legs and pelvis that he could covertly reach. The circular table offered them a modicum of privacy, as did the way Ron and Pansy appeared to have excellent hands, their attention focused solely on the river.
But Draco saw.
She could feel his eyes on her even as she studiously avoided them, not confident she’d be able to withstand the allure of seeing him watching her, knowing he was getting turned on by it, and stop herself from doing anything about it. If her twenty-six years of life had taught her anything, it was that she was, first and foremost, a doer. And there was nothing she wanted to do more than the two men currently driving her discreetly mental.
By the end of the hour, Hermione was so turned on, she could feel perspiration glistening on her skin. Theo wasn’t faring any better, his cock a solid line under her arse, one hand wedged firmly against the saturated gusset of her knickers and the other running races up her thighs and belly. Grey eyes tracked it all, noting her pink cheeks and the glow to her chest; observing whatever tells Theo’s face was displaying. It made everything about her present situation exponentially more erotic.
The game was finally nearing a conclusion, Ron and Blaise the last players standing, when she couldn’t take it any longer. Daphne and Pansy were still engrossed in the game, having partnered themselves to each of the men and jeering good-naturedly at one another, and so no one spared her a glance as she dropped her hand to her lap and pressed Theo’s fingers hard against her clit.
No one except-
Draco tilted his head. “Granger.”
She froze, hips halfway through the act of grinding discreetly against Theo’s fingers. The brush of Theo’s laugh ghosted down her spine even as his cock flexed against her bum.
“Uh oh.”
“Yes, Malfoy?” she replied, ignoring Theo. Her voice came out more strained than she’d meant to allow, and it made the corner of Draco’s mouth twitch upward.
“You look thirsty.”
Pansy flicked her gaze sideways for a quick assessment of her hydration needs before turning back at Blaise’s cards, instantly bored by the diversion.
“Are you offering to get me something?” Hermione twitched her hips in a careful figure-eight. Draco’s eyes snapped to Theo behind her, who'd tensed as she ground back right over his cock.
“Would you like something?” Draco’s gaze flicked back to her, intent.
God, she thought with fierce desperation. It was his damn fault they were currently all suffering in this restrained game of exhibition and he still seemed mostly collected. Was he even hard? She almost dropped to her knees to crawl under the table and find out.
Instead, she pulled Theo’s hand out from under her skirt, twisting on his lap so she could look over her shoulder at him. “Actually, would you mind taking me home? I had a long, hard day and could really use my bed right about now.”
There was color high on Theo’s cheeks, his olive tone concealing his flush better than Draco’s but still so obvious to her; to anyone who knew to look for it. He smiled easily at her, blue eyes glinting at the implication.
“I’d love to get you into bed,” he said pleasantly, tone making the double-entendre seem completely accidental. “Now?”
“Yes please.” She smiled at him then turned back to the table. “Sorry to nip out early. Lovely to see you all – thanks again for the invite, Blaise.”
“Bye Hermione,” Ron said distractedly, staring at the four face up cards between himself and Blaise.
She stood to an abbreviated chorus of farewells from the rest of the table, smoothing her hands down her skirt somewhat self-consciously, hoping there wasn’t a damp spot on the material. Draco was watching them closely, catching every little hint of body language, and so she knew he caught the nonverbal invitation in the quick flick of tongue she dashed over her bottom lip.
Theo slid the chair out, getting to his feet directly behind her. His cock dragged up the line of her arse as he rose, nestling at her low back. She barely kept her eyes open; barely resisted falling forward over the table so he could push inside her, stroking everywhere she needed. Draco would get a marvelous view of her tits then, bouncing and swaying, would likely round the table and-
She swallowed, looking away from those piercing silver eyes to face Theo. He took hold of her elbow, walking backward a few steps until he had space to turn while keeping the front of his trousers out of sight of their friends.
As soon as they were outside Blaise’s front door, Theo pressed her to it, grinding his cock hard against her pelvis and groaning into her mouth. She kissed him back with heady desperation, raking her fingers through his curls to keep him close, tugging and pulling in punishment for his hour of teasing.
“How long until Draco opens this door?” he murmured against her mouth. “Think I can fuck you against it before he finds us?”
The reminder had a sobering effect. Not because she didn’t want to be caught, but because she did want Draco here with them, reaping the reward of his little scheme. She leaned her head back against the wood, combing her fingers through Theo's curls.
“Take me home, Theo,” she whispered. “He’ll find us there.”
Their pop of Apparition had barely faded before another sounded just outside her flat, and then her front door was opening. Draco found them quickly, coming straight to her bedroom, eyes scanning the room until he saw where they were standing beside the bed and then coming over in a handful of long strides.
Theo’s hands had been all over her for what felt like hours and so when Draco’s hands swept down the front of her dress from shoulder to hip, goosebumps pricked, her nerves hypersensitive. She leaned into his hands, sighing out a little breath of pleasure as his broad palms slid around to cup her arse.
“This fucking dress,” he accused lowly, squeezing again and then stooping just enough to curl his hands around the backs of her thighs, as if he wanted to lift her up around his hips. He squeezed her thighs once before stroking his hands back over her arse and to her waist, up her back, and then down around her tummy, as if he needed to touch every inch of her immediately.
Her arousal had been brought to a simmer and held there under Theo's dutiful attention, and now Draco’s touch was turning it up higher and higher. When he sent his hands up her arms to cup her shoulders and then trace her collarbones, she couldn’t stop her full body shudder, the energy inside her desperately needing an outlet.
“Did Theo get you worked up, love?” His hands skimmed down the exposed skin of her chest to the neckline of her dress. “Are you ready to be played with?”
At her side, Theo hummed his agreement. “I’m ready to be played with, too – not that you asked.”
Draco flicked his glance to him, running down the front of his body and lingering for a beat on the bulge Hermione’s arse was quite familiar with. His palms dragged over her breasts and she inhaled sharply through her nose at the burst of sensation. Draco’s eyes dropped instantly to his hands.
He brushed over her breasts again, head tilting as his brows twitched together, fingers replacing his palms over the hard points framing her nipples. “What’s this, Granger?”
“What’s what?” Theo came to stand beside Draco, eyes zeroing in on where Draco's fingers were exploring the new texture around her nipples.
“Find out,” she suggested, every inquisitive touch spiking her pulse and sending heat racing down her spine.
Draco’s expression went curious, attention fixed on her cleavage as he tugged at the low-cut neckline, diverting to slip the straps down her shoulders so he could expose her bra fully. He wet his lips with an unconscious dart of his tongue, eyes raking over her tits but finding nothing amiss. A quick touch of his gaze to hers, and then he was pulling her bra down.
“Oh fuck.” His fingers grazed over the swells of her breasts, touch reverent and then, when his fingers brushed metal, hungry. “Baby.”
She bit her lip, hard. “Do you like them?”
Draco made a half-laugh, half-scoffing sound, touching the little silver barbells with careful fingers. “Do I like them? Merlin, witch.”
“Is this you coming out as a Ravenclaw?” Theo joked, reaching forward to brush his thumb over the sapphire gem.
“No.” She rolled her eyes, ignoring the way her insides fluttered at his playful touch alongside Draco’s reverent one.
“Grey and blue…” Draco mused, then looked up as he cupped the grey gem-tipped breast. “Romantic of you to do our eyes, love, but does this mean I only get to touch this one? I rather like touching both.”
“You two are idiots.” She pressed up into their hands, a flush of heat going through her at the way they made eye contact and grinned. “I do one gesture and–”
Draco tutted his tongue. “Poor darling. Are you not feeling appreciated?”
“This must have been quite painful,” Theo put in, mouth turning down sympathetically. “Do they need to be kissed better?”
It hadn't hurt, not to put the jewelry in, but she wasn't going to miss the opportunity presented. She tried for a put-upon expression but couldn’t hold her smile. “That’d be a good start.”
The edge of Theo’s mouth lifted, then he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her cheek before working his mouth down her neck and over her collarbones. Draco met her eyes as Theo dropped to his knees, capturing her nipple in his mouth, lips soft at first before he circled his tongue around the tip and then sucked. Draco’s brow lifted at her breathy gasp.
Her next breath caught in her throat as Draco lowered himself down to his knees on her other side, kissing over the swell of her grey-gem tipped breast before copying Theo’s slow suck. Pleasure shot through her so strongly, her clit throbbed.
“Fuck,” she gasped.
Both men met her eye, cheeks hollowing asynchronously as they licked and sucked at her nipples. Her mouth watered, wanting something of her own to suck on.
Draco broke off a moment later, kissing his way over to where Theo’s tongue was circling. His tongue darted out to lick just the other side of Theo’s, catching on the other man’s and stalling Hermione’s heart along with her breath. Theo hummed a low sound of pleasure, letting his tongue brush Draco’s with her nipple trapped between their mouths.
Their hair was soft and thick, her fingers carding through to hold them to her. She hadn’t realized she’d unconsciously pressed them closer together until they were grinning again, and then their tongues were touching in the scant space between their mouths before disappearing as their lips touched. She watched them kiss with acute ravenousness, eyes devouring every shift of their jaws, every tilt and brush of their noses.
Her fingers flexed and tugged in their hair as she watched, her right hand drifting down to cup the back of Draco’s neck, thumb finding his pulse, while her left hand fisted tightly in the thick curls at Theo’s crown. Both men groaned.
“So sexy,” she whined, unable to help herself. “Fuck, you’re so hot together.”
Theo’s hand reached out for her, sliding up her thigh and under her skirt, fingers rubbing over the outside of her knickers without hesitation. The way he touched her with an almost proprietary sense of confidence never failed to get her blood pulsing. But her body had already betrayed her arousal to him, something he confirmed again with the rumbling hum he pressed into their next kiss.
“Our little whore is wet,” he informed Draco, lips brushing.
“She likes watching us,” Draco mumbled.
“And she liked being watched,” Theo added, tracing the swell of Draco’s bottom lip with the tip of his tongue. Draco’s tongue flicked out automatically, meeting Theo’s for a moment before Theo tilted to kiss the corner of his mouth.
Her cheeks were burning with the extent of her arousal. “I do like watching,” she whispered. “But I like doing more.”
“And what would you like to do with us this time?” Theo inquired, staying still as Draco took a turn trailing his mouth up Theo’s jaw.
“I want to see your cocks.” She squirmed at the thought. “I want you to rub them together.”
Theo chuckled, looking to the ceiling as Draco sucked an experimental mark on the side of his throat. “Such a filthy girl. Want us to fuck your fist, sweetheart? So that you can hold us as tight as you like? Get back at him for teasing us, though, won’t you?”
“You’re the tease," she breathed.
It was easy to say while Theo was on his knees for her; less easy when he regained his full height.
“Am I?” He reached around to grab a handful of her arse then gave her a sharp swat. “It's this tight little arse that's been teasing me for an hour. I think it ought to be fucked.”
She’d thought she’d done a fairly competent job muffling her squeak but judging by the way Theo’s eyes darkened knowingly, perhaps not.
“Really?” Draco said, surprised. “You fuck her arse?”
Theo raised his brows, glancing down at the blonde at their feet. “You don't?”
“No, I…her cunt is just so good, I haven’t strayed.”
“Well then.” Theo turned smiling eyes to Hermione. “That would be fun. Shall I help Draco fuck your arse, honey?”
Draco won’t need help figuring it out, is what she meant to say.
But what came out was a breathy, “Oh.”
Theo chuckled, sending a smirk to Draco. “What do you say? There’s nothing like it.”
Draco licked his lips, eyes sliding to her. “Yeah? Could I?”
“Yes.” She nodded for good measure, perhaps a bit manically. “Absolutely, yes.”
There hadn’t been anything strategic about the various ways she slept with each man; it just worked out that Theo was a bit of an arse-man and Draco was deeply obsessed with her cunt and tits. The prospect of experiencing something new with one of them always sent a fissure of sensation up her spine, and as she watched her consent darken Draco's eyes, she was suddenly immensely glad to still be finding new firsts with them.
“We’ll need lube,” Theo mused, going to her bedside table drawer. “There’s no way that fucking cock will fit with just spit to ease the way.”
Draco got to his feet, giving himself a self-conscious squeeze through his trousers, his eyes following Theo’s actions as he procured the slim bottle and came back over to them.
“Right, Hermione,” Theo said, drawing a small swirl in midair with the bottle. “Dress off and over you go. Give him a good look at where to put it.”
“Jesus, Theo,” Hermione mumbled, cheeks pinking.
Theo grinned, flicking a brow. “It’s so cute when you act bashful. As if you haven’t–”
“Don’t finish that sentence,” she warned and he chuckled.
All the same, she was beyond ready for wherever they wanted to put their cocks. She quickly unclipped her bra and unzipped her dress, working the silky material down her legs and pulling her knickers off as she went. Both men stared, gazes trailing over her naked body as she wobbled for a moment in just her high heels.
“Fuck me,” Theo exhaled slowly. “Turn around for us, honey?”
She clicked her tongue at his impertinence but made to turn to face the bed all the same.
Draco stalled her with a quick, “Wait,” before stepping forward and leaning down to capture her lips with his. He kissed her hard, then gentled it to pin her bottom lip between his. She combed her fingers into his hair, holding him close and welcoming his tongue against hers. He drew back after a moment, but stayed close, forehead pressed to hers.
“I’ll be gentle,” he promised.
“I’m not worried.” She kissed him again, then slipped her heels off before flopping back onto the bed and rolling onto her tummy, wiggling her arse cheekily.
Draco’s chest-deep inhale warmed her to her core, as did Theo’s palm when he stroked it down her spine.
“Do you let him spank you at least?” he asked, massaging one of her cheeks before giving it a little pat to make it jiggle again.
“I would,” she replied. “But he never has.”
“Poor Draco,” Theo said, voice rich with sympathy. “Don’t you let him have any fun?”
The sounds of undressing filled the room, as did Draco's low sound of acknowledgement. “Trust me, she does.”
“More fun than me?” Theo whispered teasingly, coming around the edge of the bed in just his boxer briefs and leaning over to brush her curls off her cheek.
“Fun is subjective,” she informed him primly and he grinned wickedly. She broke with a sly smile of her own. “Show me your cock, Theo.”
“Be patient. You’ll get Draco’s first, you needy little thing.”
“Aren’t you dying?” Draco’s hands curled under her hips, helping her lift them. She widened her stance and arched her spine, opening herself to him. “You’ve been hard as a rock for at least an hour.”
“I’m dying to watch your arse get fucked,” Theo said agreeably. “Dying to make it shiny and red with my palm.”
The sudden soft, wet touch of Draco’s tongue against her clit had her fists curling around the bedding, a surprised gasp escaping her throat. Theo raised a brow, expression indulgent.
“Mm I bet that feels good,” he purred, then looked to where Draco had his face buried between her cheeks. “Is she dripping down your chin? My trousers still have a damp patch.”
Draco hummed an affirmative sound, his tongue sinking inside her for a slow rotation before drawing back to slick her arousal up to her rim. She wasn’t entirely unfamiliar with his tongue over her arse – mostly due to the ravenous, unhinged way he ate at her – but he’d never done it with the intention of preparing her for his cock. He pointed the tip of his tongue, tracing over the puckered skin in a touch so evocative, she felt the mix of arousal and saliva finally drip down her inner thigh.
“Fuck.” Draco panted against her arsecheek then nipped at her. “God, you’re a mess, love.”
She huffed a broken sound to the mattress at his audacity to be surprised by the state of her cunt. The mattress shifted as Theo went up on his knees by her hips. The plastic cap of the lubricant bottle clicked open and then, a second later, shut. Taking his cue, Draco got to his feet and climbed onto the bed behind her.
“Can I touch you?” Theo’s tone was as easy as ever, always leaving space for the answer to be no without penalty. It was one of the qualities Hermione most admired about him.
But there was no hesitation in Draco's response. “Yeah.”
“Lucky me,” Theo murmured, and she lifted up on to her hands to crane her neck, wanting to watch. Theo spread the dispensed lube around on his fingers and palm, and then slicked it over Draco’s cock in a slow, curling glide.
“Fucking hell. What a thick boy.”
Draco choked out a laugh. “That’s—” He cleared his throat, eyes downcast. “You have a good grip.”
“I have a lot of practice.” Theo’s smile showed a flash of teeth. “Bet you do, too.”
The slick sound of his fist giving Draco another stroke sent a curl of arousal up Hermione’s spine as she faced forward again, anticipation growing as she lowered back to her elbows.
“Come on,” she whined, wiggling her hips. “Fuck me. Please.”
“You should spank her,” Theo suggested mildly.
Draco scoffed, palming her arse, thumb stroking the edge of her folds, dragging her arousal and his saliva with it. “After an invitation like that? Nah. Polite girls get what they ask for.”
“What she’s asking for is a spanking,” Theo muttered under his breath. “But fine. Now, do you want to work her open or shall I do it for you?”
There was something unfairly arousing about being talked about as if she wasn’t there. The fine blonde hairs on Draco's thighs tickled against hers as he shifted behind her. Where was his cock? Still confined in Theo's fist? The thought was dizzying.
“Show me how.”
The heat of Theo’s body radiated in the half inch between his torso and her hip, the soft cotton of his boxer-briefs brushing her hip as he leaned in. She inhaled as his fingers slid down the ridge of her sacrum, middle finger applying pressure to her pucker in little rubbing motions, coating her with the lubricant lingering on his fingers from slicking Draco. She pressed her forehead to the mattress, eyes sliding shut.
“Warm her up to it first,” Theo murmured, and the instructional lilt to his voice made her cheeks burn deliciously. “She likes things inside her, so as long as whatever it is is nice and slick…” A little more pressure, and his finger slid in to the first knuckle. “...there you go. Good girl, Hermione.”
She muffled a moan in the bedding, body squeezing against the intrusion before she forcibly relaxed. Theo slid his finger out then pressed forward, getting all the way to his palm on the third entry.
“She likes this while getting fucked,” Theo said conversationally. “Makes her cunt so juicy to be all full like this.”
The sound that escaped Draco was low, a rumbling, groaning exhale caught halfway in his throat. She fisted the sheets, pushing back on Theo’s finger, hopeful she might catch the tip of Draco’s cock in the process and slide him deep in her cunt. And oh fuck–could they–she wanted–
“Little whore is getting ideas,” Theo purred. “I can feel you, sweetheart. You like the thought of being properly filled?”
“Draco, fuck me,” she tried, well aware that commanding Theo was a lost cause, but her voice came out less firm than usual when she gave Draco orders. She turned her head to the side, cheek resting on the mattress. “I’m ready – cock. Please.”
Theo hummed a noncommittal sound but didn’t argue, sliding his finger out with a little pull on the tight band of muscle as he left, giving her taste of the stretch. Her clit throbbed.
“You heard her,” he told Draco. “She wants to feel your cock stretch her out.”
A second later, the broad tip of Draco’s cock had replaced Theo’s finger, rubbing over her arsehole in a handful of insistent passes before holding steady.
“Relax for him.” Theo’s palm was warm on her lower back. “That’s it. Good girl.”
With a short inhale, Draco’s cock slid just barely inside. The wide flare of his crown burned just how she liked and the cut off swear he hissed through his teeth made her pulse spike.
“Good,” Theo murmured. “Push in, all the way. She can take it.”
“Can–?” Draco began but Hermione cut him off with a breathy, “Yes, do it. Do it.”
His hands tightened on her cheeks, pulling her back as he eased himself forward until his pelvis was snug against the cushion of her arse. He exhaled slowly, fingers flexing.
“God,” he breathed. “This is…tight.”
“Wait until she comes,” Theo said. “It’s insane.”
“Oh Circe. You can come from this, love?” Draco’s hands smoothed over her arse and around her hips, finding the smallest part of her waist and holding tight, his broad hands nearly touching over her navel.
The stretch of him was stealing her breath, and when he slowly drew back only to thrust forward with a compulsive jerk of his hips, her whole body sparked.
“Yes,” she gasped. “With a little extra stimulus, yes, absolutely.”
In the handful of times she and Theo had done anal, he’d had her on her back so he could toy with her clit. She was craving a little extra stimulus already, her cunt feeling woefully empty and her clit tingling, demanding friction.
“And that’s where I come in.”
Theo repositioned himself beside Hermione’s shoulder, sitting back on his heels and gathering her curls up into a makeshift knot with his hands until he had it secured in one fist, his other hand inside his briefs, stroking his cock. Her eyes dropped to the motion, mouth watering like a well-conditioned dog at the sight.
“You’re going to suck my cock until I say,” he informed her. “And when I think you’re ready, I’m going to get on my back, and you’re going to sit on my face, and Draco is going to fuck your arse until you come all over him and my tongue.” He adjusted his hand in her hair, easing and then regaining the tension against her scalp. “Alright?”
She opened her mouth at once and Theo chuckled, giving himself another leisurely stroke before rising up to strip off his briefs fist stabilizing himself at the base as he shuffled closer. She swirled her tongue around his crown as soon as she could reach it, the taste of him intoxicating, then dedicated herself to swallowing his cock as far as she could, stretching her tongue long to tease at the underside and search for his balls to judge her progress.
For a moment, Theo seemed content to simply receive a blowjob and run his mouth, but she should have known better. As soon as she’d gotten him deep enough to flick the tip of her tongue against the top of his sac, he stretched his free hand down her spine and gave her a sharp, glancing swat.
Behind her, Draco swore, bucking up into her only once, though she could feel the coiled tension of him. On his slow exhale, he gave her a second, more careful thrust.
“You’re sweet,” Theo told him, voice amused but kind. “But I know you’re not always this gentle with her. Go on, Draco. Fuck her. She loves it.”
Hermione tried to add her agreement to Theo’s suggestion, but with his hold on her hair, she couldn’t draw off far enough to get more than a garbled, affirmative sound.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Draco breathed. “And you’re so snug, love. Can you relax for me?”
Theo stretched sideways and snagged the bottle of lube, tossing it to Draco as he straightened up.
“You won’t hurt her, but if this makes you feel better, be liberal. She likes it wet and messy, anyway. Don’t you, little whore?”
Draco hissed as her walls fluttered, something Theo marked with a slanting grin.
The cap clicked open, the cool glide of lubricant following a moment later. Draco tossed the bottle back to the mattress, hands regaining their home at her waist as he gave her a few experimental thrusts. She groaned, eyes rolling shut at the way she could feel all of him, so thick and hard and perfect.
She rocked her body forward and back, taking Theo and then Draco in an endless, leisurely glide, sinking into the rhythm of it, mind slipping away with the bliss of knowing what to do and doing it well, further lulled by the way Draco was running his hands over her in a constant motion, smoothing over her hips, rounding her bum, stroking down her thighs, and then reversing the pathway as her arse swallowed his cock greedily.
“Fuck,” Draco bit out, an edge of helplessness in his tone. “Merlin, this is–”
“Remember how fast I came the first time?” Theo interrupted, and she met his eyes, smiling around his cock.
It had been almost legendarily quick – faster even than Ron when they’d lost their virginities together as teens. Theo had been inside her arse one moment and then swearing the next, panting against her spine and then laughing brokenly. He’d given her a good spanking for it after, for having such a perfect, cock-hungry little arse, before getting her off over his thigh.
“Yeah. So suck, honey, or he’s not going to last to feel you come, and that would be a damn shame.”
Draco huffed a breath. “I’m fine. Take your time, baby.”
But she could feel the tension in him, in the hold he had on her, in the way his thighs were flexed hard behind hers, and in the short, carefully controlled beat of his hips in cadence with hers. She met Theo’s eye and pulled back; he untangled his hand from her hair, letting her.
She pressed up onto her hands, craning her neck as far as she could toward Draco. The atypical chaos of his white-blonde hair drew her eye first, and then the color high on his cheeks, spilling down his throat to his heaving chest. When she met his gaze, glassy with arousal, she melted.
“I want to kiss you,” she breathed, and his eyelids sank halfway.
He pulled out immediately and flipped her onto her back, handling her with the confidence she was quite familiar with, and so her body worked on instinct, arms raising to loop around his shoulders, legs dropping open to cradle his hips between them. He dropped down over her, caging her in with his forearms on either side of her shoulders, and kissed her deeply. She moaned into it, opening to him immediately, tongue seeking his with a desperation he met and doubled. He kissed her ravenously, touching every part of her mouth, claiming it.
She was panting by the time he drew back, saliva stringing between their mouths and eyes locked with an intensity that had her heart racing.
“Oh fuck.”
Theo’s blurted comment gave Hermione a jolt, glancing to the side as she suddenly remembered that he was there with them. Sometimes when Draco kissed her, she forgot everything else around her.
Draco chuckled, rearing back and pushing her thighs open until her knees bumping her shoulders. “Something to say, Nott?”
“Sexy.” Theo had his cock in hand, his strokes just shy of purposeful. “You kiss her with your whole fucking body and it’s just…” He blew out a breath, shaking his head. “You’re so sexy.”
Hermione wasn’t sure she’d ever seen Draco blush as deeply as he was now, though he covered it with a smirk toward Theo before dropping his gaze down, hand circling his cock and slicking it back to her arse.
“More?” he asked, glancing up to meet her eye.
She bit her lip and nodded, holding his gaze as he pushed slowly back inside, watching the way the clutch of her body strained the tendons of his neck and turned his jaw to iron.
“Feels good,” she hummed, hands gliding to her breasts to give herself a comforting squeeze as her body stretched around his thick cock, the position even tighter than before. “So good, Draco.”
He panted out a breath, abs flexing, then worked himself up to a pace that had her breath snagging with every beat. Theo shifted from the side until he was kneeling above her head, one leg on either side of her shoulders, facing Draco. She stretched her chin up, tonguing at his balls instantly and he hummed, replacing her hands on her breasts with his own large palms, giving her a few rolling squeezes before running a hand down her stomach to hover over her mons, petting her just shy of where she needed it. She squirmed, huffing a breath against his sac, and he chuckled.
“Think I’d fit here?” He danced over her clit as he sent his middle finger down to stroke over her inner folds, keeping his touch light and grazing. He pitched his voice low, conspiratorial. “Shall I try?”
“I’ll come.”
The thought was Hermione’s, but the words were Draco’s. His voice was wrecked, his strokes inside her abbreviated and deep, his entire torso flexing with every thrust, sweat glistening on all the ridges of him. Theo licked his lips, turning up to the blonde.
“If you fuck her with me, I’m going to come,” Draco panted.
“Darling,” Theo drawled, leaning forward so he could cup Draco’s jaw in a palm, “you’re going to come no matter what. Don’t you want to feel just how tight she can get?”
Draco closed his eyes, cheek feathering above Theo’s thumb as he swallowed with effort. “Can’t handle tighter,” he bit out.
Theo chuckled again, an undercurrent of wickedness tinging it. “I’d love to show you exactly how much you can handle. It’s fun to learn about ourselves. Isn’t it, Hermione?”
“Yes,” she breathed, cupping her sensitive breasts again. She stroked over her piercings gently and then squeezed them between her fingers, luxuriating in the radiating pleasure.
Theo released Draco to drag his finger through her center again, then added a second and slid them inside her cunt. She moaned, contracting instantly and trying to rock her hips up. Draco froze with his cock hilted, his jaw hanging lax as he watched Theo fingering her.
And then Theo rubbed his knuckles against her back wall, stroking along the hard line of Draco’s cock where he was buried deep.
“Hi Draco,” Theo teased, and Draco groaned from deep in his chest, guttural and broken, hips stuttering in a fractured, urgent thrust.
“Theo,” she whimpered, muscles tensing as her orgasm gathered hotly in her core, the pressure of it heavy and liquid. “Please.”
“Who’ll come first?” Theo mused, curling his fingers to press against her front wall, palm snug against her clit. “Or will you come together?” He smirked down the plane of his torso at her. “Think he’d be able to hold off if your arse milked him?”
But she could hardly pay attention to his taunts, not when his fingers were forced tightly against her G-spot by the pressure of Draco’s cock, every stroke within the tight confines of her body drawing her closer and closer until–
She gasped as her orgasm struck, the initial contraction so hard she seized, her vision crossing, and then Draco was knocking Theo’s hand out of the way, fingers sliding inside to rub exactly where she needed. Her next moan was loud, a sobbed shout, and she knew Draco had accomplished his wicked goal when he drew out to swipe over her cunt with the whole of his hand in a rapid back and forth, unleashing the fullness of her orgasm and sending droplets everywhere.
He gave her a scant second to recover, and then his hips were bouncing against her arse for a handful of hard, frantic thrusts as he choked on a bark of pleasure and came hard, abdomen flexing and quaking as he spilled deep inside.
It took a moment for her body to settle, her entire being suffused with heat, ears ringing. When Draco carefully pulled out, she realized just how wet she was, the bedding damp and her thighs dripping. Draco was panting, chest working hard to catch his breath, but he was grinning, eyes alight.
“See?” he said, the words for Theo even as he stared down at her. “We have plenty of fun together. Don’t we, love?”
“No,” Theo gasped, amazed. “You can squirt?”
She tried to catch her breath. “I’ve never managed to with anyone else but he just…he’s so good at it.”
Draco flicked a brow, grin tempering into a slanting smile, the picture of male pride. She rolled her eyes but couldn’t restrain her smile. She felt incredible, her body pulsing with satisfaction.
“Oh, you perfect girl.” Theo gingerly brought his hand back to her cunt, giving her a slow massage which had her eyes rolling shut with a contented sigh. “Most perfect cunt.”
“Most perfect everything,” Draco corrected, sliding off the foot of the bed so that he could lean forward and lick at her, tongue dragging over Theo’s fingers where they continued to circle.
It felt so good, soothing and warming all at once, and she showed her appreciation by raising her chin, tongue dragging back over Theo’s balls in a teasing invitation. His cock bobbed in her eye line, taunting her, but before she could requisition a hand to bring him down to her mouth, Draco spoke.
“We can make her do it again,” he offered from between her legs. “Want to fuck it out of her this time?”
Theo’s balls lifted, his cock flexing hard enough to produce a bead of precome at the tip. She watched it slide down the rounded head tantalizingly. There were so many things she wanted to do with them, innumerable possibilities for touching and kissing and sucking and fucking.
And he’d been so very patient.
“Please, Theo?” she wheedled, pitching her voice soft and needy. “It feels so good. Make me again.”
Draco’s tongue was drawing patterns over her entire cunt, pausing only to kiss at her folds and clit, keeping her warm and sensitive. Theo’s fingers had drifted out of his way to rest heavily on her mons, the weight of his broad hand making her want to squirm against it, just to feel him hold her down harder. She did, and relished the satisfaction of his immediate downward press, holding her to the bed.
“Hmm.” Theo tilted his hips, his other hand coming down to push his cock toward her mouth. “Suck on me for a minute, honey.”
She opened her mouth at once, welcoming the first few inches of his cock and then closing her lips, sucking in little pulsing beats. His cock flexed in her mouth, salt bursting over her tongue, and she moaned.
Draco’s hands pushed her thighs open wider and then Theo was leaning down to lick at her clit, head angled alongside Draco’s, his curls brushing her inner thigh as Draco’s silky blonde swept along her other.
It was one thing to watch them make out around her nipple, but feeling their tongues sliding around over her clit, knowing that they were likely touching one another again…her walls fluttered helplessly. She suckled on Theo’s cock, pacifying herself for the moment as she worked her arms around his thighs, one hand sliding up to squeeze his muscular bum and the other finding his balls. She wanted him deep, choking her, making her throat spasm as uncontrollably as her cunt was.
Draco slid two fingers inside her, rubbing exactly right, and her thighs quivered, her orgasm suddenly on top of her. But before she could topple over, he was pulling back, and Theo’s head was being yanked off her, and she was left pulsing and tingling right on the edge.
“Close,” Draco panted. “If you want to do it, it’s now or–”
Theo lifted his hips, cock sliding free and leaving her completely bereft. She gasped a full lungful and the burst of oxygen fanned the flames burning inside her.
“Ohh hurry,” she whimpered, shifting as the pressure throbbed urgently. “Need to come, need to come, need to come.”
“Fucking Merlin,” Theo swore, then hooked her thigh under his elbow and yanked her around to face him, angling his cock down with two fingers and then driving forward into the fluttering heat of her cunt.
She clenched around him, hard, and he swore again, giving her another full stroke. Draco scooted forward on his knees beside her, pressing his palm low on her pelvis.
“Tilt up,” Draco murmured. “Fuck my hand.”
Theo grunted, adjusting his stance and sending his next thrust upward. It was almost right, and when he adjusted again, he got it. She groaned and Draco hummed, leaning down to nuzzle his nose against her breasts, kissing his way to her nipple. His tongue toyed with her sapphire piercing, teeth grazing carefully, and her orgasm surged.
“Keep going,” Draco mumbled against her skin, working his lips up her breast to nose against her throat. “Don’t stop until she’s dripping around you, then pull out and rub her clit – hard and fast.”
“Draco,” she panted, toes curling as Theo’s cock struck perfectly again and again and again. “Feels so good.”
The rumbling groan against her throat reverberated down her spine. Draco kissed the hinge of her jaw and she broke, hips lifting against Theo’s next thrust.
“T-Theo,” she choked out, and then she was coming hard, gushing out around his cock and then under his hand as he swiped rapidly over her cunt as Draco had.
“Oh, sweetheart. Holy fuck.”
She was still quivering when he sank back inside her, wrapping her thighs around his hips and holding her close, bucking forward in several hard thrusts.
“Good fucking girl, Hermione. What a good…fucking…girl.”
“You’re making him come,” Draco whispered and she panted out a laugh, breathy and thin.
“You are,” Theo groaned. “Fuck, I’m…coming so hard, sweetheart….darling. Nngh.”
As Theo worked himself through it, his motions slowing until he was buried deep, breathing so heavily she could feel it against her thighs, Draco kissed her softly, sweetly.
“Well done," he whispered. "Perfect girl."
Theo smoothed his hands over her legs, squeezing her knees where they were wrapped around his waist and then gliding up to her hips. Draco was conducting a recentering of his own, one hand cupping a breast and his mouth dotting light, open mouthed kisses over her lips and cheeks and temples.
She luxuriated in their affection, sighing contentedly and absently sending her fingers through Draco’s hair. “Merlin, you two together…” She sighed again. “I’m a very lucky woman.”
“We’re the lucky ones,” Theo murmured, finally sliding free and collapsing down on her other side, dropping a kiss to her shoulder and curling his arm around her ribs to cup her other breast. Draco hummed his agreement, nuzzling into the crook of her neck.
They were quiet for a moment, breathing together contemplatively, and then Theo snorted a soft laugh.
“Oh god, what?” Hermione asked, eyes closed and lips curling into a smile.
“The cards were right,” he said, then traced a six-nine on the swell of her breast. Hermione clicked her tongue.
“Idiot.”
He kissed her shoulder again and she turned to look at him, melting into the affection in his upturned blue eyes as he kissed her once more then raised up enough to capture her lips.
“Your idiot,” he promised.
She smiled against the next press of his lips, kissing him a final time then settling back. “Yes, you are. And you…” She turned to Draco who raised his head expectantly. “...are my fool.”
“Aw.” He accepted her kiss, then pouted. “And what’ve I done to earn that demerit?”
“Seating me on Theo’s lap?” she said, raising her brows. “In public?”
His grin unfurled, curling and unrepentant.
“Fool,” she emphasized and he flicked a brow.
“Ended well enough, didn’t it?”
Theo hummed. “I’m certainly not complaining. I can’t wait to see what else we can discover together.”
“Especially now that Draco knows how to fuck an arse,” she added innocently. “Isn’t that right, Theo?”
Theo gasped in a show of affront as Draco chuckled.
“Sounds fun,” he drawled and Theo’s feigned affront shifted instantly to intrigue.
“Does it?”
Draco shrugged a lazy shoulder, looking rather pleased with himself at the way Theo was suddenly extremely interested in him.
“Don’t tease me, Draco. The things I’d do to that cock if you let me…” Theo’s eyes tracked down Draco’s body, unmitigated hunger darkening in the bright blue. “That body of yours…Merlin.”
“Now you see why I’ve never been able to choose between you.” Hermione raised up onto her elbows, capturing the attention of the two men. “Nor shall I.”
“Nor should you,” Theo agreed.
“Nor will you,” Draco emphasized. “You two are stuck with me now.”
“Happily.” Theo thumbed at the grey gem under his hand meaningfully, shooting a half-smile across her chest to Draco.
He returned it, then leaned up to close the distance between them, tiling his head invitingly. Theo’s smile spread and he pressed it to Draco’s lips, then kissed him again properly.
Hermione watched them with a small smile of her own, her heart full to bursting and the wet spot below her hips steadily increasing as their twin releases slowly dripped from her.
Perhaps they'd clean her up together, in bed or in the shower. Perhaps she'd get on her knees for them amid the sweetly scented steam. And that would just be the start for them.
But for now, she lay back and watched the loves of her life take the first - or second, or fifth - step toward falling in love themselves.
Yes. She was a very lucky woman indeed.