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Hermione was, by default, a rather private person with her love life. It was partly due to her lowercase-t trauma from the accusations leveled against her at fifteen – whether she was stringing both Harry and Viktor along – and from the weeks-long Prophet articles after she and Ron had (amicably and mutually) broken up right after graduation. After all that, she’d kept all subsequent relationships discrete and vague to the outside world.
And so, as far as the public knew, she was simply good friends with Theodore Nott and cordial coworkers with Draco Malfoy.
Having two boys at her side was a dynamic Hermione was quite familiar with. That her duo now consisted of a brunette and a blonde – rather than the jet-black and red hair she’d grown up with – was only one of the many differences. The biggest one was that these two men fucked her silly – though, regrettably, separately.
Being the joint girlfriend of Theo and Draco wasn't something she'd done intentionally. It had sort of just...happened.
She'd worked adjacent to Draco in the Department of International Magical Co-Operation for nearly three years before he'd so much as touched her elbow to guide her through a doorway, but once they'd crossed the line, the friendly touches had swiftly escalated until she was finding herself caged in against her office door, his thigh between hers and his tongue halfway down her throat. She'd let him shag her there just once, but after that they'd been sensible. Only his flat, or hers. A romantic affair was the last thing they needed splashed across the Daily Prophet, particularly while she was in the middle of a tetchy bit of legislature.
Conversely, her entanglement with Theo had occurred at twice the rate, the time between the kindling of their friendship and the sparks of their first, urgent shag mere weeks. She hadn't been looking - was incredibly satisfied with all aspects of her situationship with Draco - but Theo had swept her away, the current of his energy absolutely intoxicating. Draco had smiled indulgently when she'd first confessed to having had thoughts about Theo, and when she'd gone into work the day after shagging him, bearing a cup of milky Earl Grey and a sheepish expression, he'd simply smirked up at her and made a drawling comment about how insatiable she was.
So she'd done the mature thing and had invited them both round for tea. As three highly organized people, they’d drawn up a schedule. Draco took priority on Monday and then again on Wednesday, while Theo got the T days: Tuesday and Thursday. Friday was her day to catch up on her personal hobbies, and on the weekends they socialized in their larger friend group or together, casually.
The singular issue with this otherwise highly mature arrangement was the dearth of scheduled days for the three of them to be together. They’d been housemates at school but not more than acquaintances, and while she’d never sensed any latent, counterproductive competition between them, she’d begun to see threads of affection in the ways they compromised, and joked, and leaned on one another for advice.
Things had never turned overtly romantic nor sexual between them and while she’d absolutely let them keep the status quo if that was their preference, she desperately wanted to connect the final two points of the triangle. She wanted them to all be together properly - consistently. And she wanted, quite badly, to see them kiss. To watch them touch each other. To all go to bed together.
She broached it while they were at the Leaky for after-work drinks on Friday, something they did with some regularity before she went home alone.
“I’ve been thinking,” she began, dragging a forefinger through the condensation beading on the outside of her cider glass, “that we should do something fun tomorrow.”
“Oh?” Theo propped his chin on his fist across from her. “Like what?”
“I want you to come over.” She glanced to her right. “Both of you.”
Draco gave her a lazy half-smile, eyes lifting from where they’d been watching her finger drag. “Sure, love. Shall I bring breakfast?”
“That’d be nice.” She dropped her hand to his thigh on the bench beside her and gave it a squeeze. He raised a brow at the atypical physical contact while in public, and in front of Theo. It wasn’t an explicit rule, more of an understanding between gentlemen, but they were never handsy with her in front of one another.
Across the table, Theo was eyeing them interestedly, so she slipped her shoe off and worked her foot onto his lap, not wanting him to feel left out. His hand closed around it, tugging it up higher so he could knead the arch. She hummed a soft sound of pleasure and slid her hand higher up Draco’s thigh. He chuckled knowingly.
“Did Theo not sate you last night, Granger?”
Theo made a sound of affront, likely remembering the two orgasms he’d given her with his tongue alone, and Hermione made a similar sound of disagreement.
“He did it too well, actually. I want more.”
“Anytime, honey.” Theo flashed her a smile, thumb stroking firmly up her arch. She sighed softly, pushing into his touch and grazing the front of Draco’s trousers with her palm. He shifted under her, grunting in quiet surprise and alerting Theo to the exact location of her hand. She was waiting for Theo's attention when it slid from the table line up to her eyes.
“It could be fun, couldn’t it?” she mused, gaze locked on Theo.
His eyes glinted mischievously. “Ohh, I see. You want us to both come over, honey? Here I thought you meant we’d be talking.”
“You can talk if you like,” she teased. “I like when you do.”
“Yeah, you do,” both men drawled in unison.
She smirked, and then grinned more broadly when their gazes met at the acknowledgment of their mutual knowledge of her likes.
Under the table, Draco’s hand covered hers, dragging it just slightly higher until she felt the beginnings of his erection. She broke her gaze from Theo to find Draco’s eyes already on her.
“Yeah?” she breathed, hopeful. “You’ll come over? To…?”
Draco wet his lips with a quick flick, eyes cutting sideways to Theo before refocusing on her. “Anything you want,” he promised.
She gave him an insistent look and he inclined his head.
“Yes, I want to,” he amended.
Draco was notorious for giving her everything her heart desired, and she didn’t want him doing it just for her. If he wasn’t into it, she wouldn’t push.
She stroked her thumb over his cock in reward for his honesty, facing Theo to await his verdict. He’d leaned back against the high back of the booth, watching them from under heavy lids, and at her attention, he shifted his hips to the edge of the bench so that she could feel his own interest against the sole of her foot. He flicked his brows once, making his answer clear. He wasn’t one to give in to her demands, so she trusted he wasn’t just placating her.
“Okay then,” she said, wishing suddenly she’d suggested that very evening. “Great. Excellent. Shall we say nine o’clock?”
The men shared a quick glance, something passing between them that she didn’t catch.
“Will you be able to sleep tonight? Knowing you have something to look forward to?” Theo asked.
She tugged her mouth to the side. Maybe, if she distracted herself with busywork. Or got herself off a handful of times. But even then…
“Probably not.”
Theo hummed. “So, how about we save ourselves the anticipation and just head back to yours now?”
The offer surprised her. She’d had days and days (and days) to think about it — fixated and fantasized about it, more accurately — and had assumed they’d want a moment before diving straight in.
“Really? You don’t want time to think it over?”
“Whatever for?” Draco stroked the back of her hand in the same absent cadence she was stroking the bulge in his trousers. “We’re in agreement, and I don’t know about Theo, but I could absolutely do with some attention right now.”
He did feel quite solid under her hand. And Theo, when she stroked her foot over him, felt quite ready as well. She was warm just from being in their proximity, and feeling both of them hard at the same time was making her pulse throb all through her with increasing intensity.
“It’ll either be me, alone in my flat with my hand, thinking about you” Theo said, jerking his chin to Draco, who inclined his head in agreement. “Or it’ll be with you. Your choice, Hermione.”
“Me,” she said immediately, looking from one to the other. “It’ll be with me.”
They materialized in her sitting room a handful of minutes later, not having delayed longer than it took for Draco to drop a pile of coins on the table to pay for their drinks while Theo had replaced her shoe.
As soon as they were in her lounge, she went to Draco and kissed him - it had been longer since she’d felt his mouth on hers than Theo’s and she missed him. He hummed a low, pleased sound against her mouth, giving her a few lingering presses. She drew back after a moment, tugging Theo to her next. She’d kissed them in front of one another before but only quick pecks, and in farewell. Never as the start to something.
“You don’t have to, but…” She looked between them, biting the edge of her lip hopefully.
Draco raised a brow. Theo waggled his.
“I’m game,” he said. “Draco?”
Draco smirked. “Come on, then.”
They met in the middle, Theo’s hand rising to Draco’s cheek while Draco’s fell to brace at Theo’s ribs, pausing only for a moment before he tilted his head and pressed his lips to Theo’s. Theo hummed, leaning into it, and Hermione rubbed a hand over her chest at the tightness there, so happy she thought her heart might burst.
They broke the kiss but lingered, and this time it was Theo who closed the gap, adjusting the slant slightly so he could deepen it. Draco’s hand fisted Theo’s jumper and she watched with unmitigated delight at the way his cheeks were already pinking with arousal.
There were a few inches between their bodies, space Hermione wanted to close, to see them pressed together; to witness the moment their cocks first brushed. The strained squeak from her throat at the prospect broke them apart, and two sets of light eyes locked on her. Theo grinned.
“Enjoying yourself?” he teased knowingly.
“You’re so hot together,” she sighed. “I could watch you do that all night.”
“Not sure I’d be able to just kiss all night,” Theo told her ruefully, glancing over at Draco. “That thing you do with your tongue – the flick-drag? Fucking sexy.”
The edge of Draco’s mouth curled up. “Liked that? She does too.” He raked his eyes over Theo’s form in a slow, curious sweep. “Wonder what other things you both like.”
“Let’s go find out.” Hermione was practically bouncing on the balls of her feet with eagerness. “In my room? I’ll get naked right away, I promise.”
“Hear that?” Draco drawled, turning toward her. “Our girl wants to get naked for us.”
“I’m half tempted to make her sit in a chair and watch,” Theo mused, in the same speculative tone. “She’s scheming about something and I want to see her squirm while she doesn’t get it.”
Draco chucked. “She doesn’t play like that, Theo.”
“Maybe not for you.” Theo stepped in front of Hermione, face tilted down to meet hers. “She’s used to waiting for what she wants with me, though. Isn’t she?”
“Yes,” Hermione agreed, heart rate skyrocketing at his proximity and what she knew it often led to.
Theo loved teasing her, taunting her, edging her. Anything to make her squirm and sweat and beg, and therefore come as hard as she possibly could. The idea that he’d do it while they had an audience – or, oh god, while he had an accomplice – in her slow destruction was a ramification of uniting her two lovers that she hadn’t considered.
Theo snorted a soft laugh, watching her dawning realization. “Uh-oh,” he teased. “Is your little plan back-firing already?”
“Draco will make me come whenever I want,” she told him, somewhat confidently.
“Hmm.” Theo considered her, then Draco. “I dunno, honey. I’m sure I could find a way or two to convince him to make you wait.”
At the twin sounds of interest – one squeaking, one rumbling – Theo grinned.
“You,” he told Hermione, stooping down to peck a kiss to her lips, “are an exceptionally clever girl, and this might be the best idea you’ve ever had.”
She was beginning to think otherwise, until Draco walked around to stand behind her, hands sliding around her middle to stroke warmly down her belly, and the first sliver of her fantasy coming to life made her very, very grateful she’d spoken up.
“I think so, too,” Draco murmured in her ear. “Now, let’s get you naked. No matter what Theo claims, that’s absolutely mandatory.”
Practiced fingers worked her trousers open, unbuttoning and unzipping while she looked up at Theo, wanting to see what he thought of seeing Draco’s hands on her. If, just maybe, he’d want them on himself, too. There was a hunger in his gaze; a variation of what she was very familiar with but layered with something indiscernible. Lust, and curiosity, and a darkening that had her wetting her lips reflexively.
He set to work undoing her blouse, the little buttons giving way easily under his fingers so that by the time Draco had her trousers down her legs, Theo had her top open and pushed over her shoulders, leaving her in just her lacy black bra and knickers.
She stepped out of her trousers, kicking the garment aside as she reached for Theo’s shirt buttons.
“Take your shirt off, Draco,” she said, the direction automatic. It was an interesting mental exercise, to balance the two dynamics she had; the two disparate roles she filled for each man.
Theo looked over her shoulder and whatever he saw there had his lips twitching upward. She could practically see the good boy comment forming on his tongue as Draco’s knuckles brushed her back as he unbuttoned his shirt.
“Ever been with a man before?” Theo asked Draco, hands dropping to his belt to help her undress him.
Behind her, Draco snorted. “Nicely done. A question and a proposition all in one.”
“No sense playing coy.” Theo unzipped. “She certainly won’t let us, I’m sure.”
“What? Of course I will!” Hermione insisted, and at the burst of worry in her voice, Theo barked a victorious laugh.
“Ha! I knew you had a scheme. I meant you wouldn’t let us be coy but you’ve shown your cards now, honey. What, do you want us to fuck in front of you?”
“Merlin, Theo,” Draco muttered, his exhaled laugh brushing against her neck and making goosebumps prick.
“I don’t have expectations. I just want us to be together…in whichever way you two are comfortable," she replied diplomatically.
“So, that’s not a no, then.” Theo shook his head down at her, expression amused. “I knew you were a little whore, but a voyeur too? Tut-tut.”
Her cheeks heated, partly at Draco having heard her be called a whore, but mostly at the way her reaction to it was obviously favorable. He made a low sound of interest, hands skimming over her hips.
“You like that?” he asked. “Being called names?”
“Wait, what do you call her in bed?” Theo asked, attention sliding to Draco.
Draco nudged her hair aside, lips dragging from her temple down to her ear. “Usually baby,” he murmured. “Or love.”
“His mouth is usually too busy for talking, anyway,” Hermione added, and relished Theo’s flash of unbridled curiosity.
It was true that Draco had a bit of an oral fixation, in all senses of the word. He loved getting his lips and tongue on her skin, her nipples, her cunt. And when he fucked her, he liked to suck on her neck, or her tongue, or her fingers.
“Oh?” Theo watched as Draco’s tongue marked a sensitive place on her neck, his lips pressing over it a moment later.
“Mm-hm.” She tilted her head, giving him more room.
“To answer your question,” Draco interjected, as he dotted kisses down to the crook of her neck, “no, I’ve never been with a man. But I’m open to it.”
“Lovely.” Theo scooped her hair up into his hands, aiding Draco in his pursuit of skin. “I have, for what it’s worth.”
“Have you?” Hermione was moderately surprised. They’d been together, in some form of relationship for almost a year now, and while they’d discussed their pasts at various times, Theo had never mentioned a prior boyfriend.
“Ages ago now. We made a little fling of it, which ended as those things always do.” With a deft twist, Theo got her hair coiled up at her crown. “There you go,” he said, ever helpful.
Draco made a soft sound of thanks, tracking his kisses around her throat like a necklace before brushing the tip of his nose up the back of her neck, right above the knob of her spine. Her nipples tightened instantly, breath gusting out in a gasp. Theo perked up.
“That’s a new spot,” he remarked. “You like being kissed there, honey?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “It makes me all…” She shuddered as Draco did it again.
“Soaking wet,” he supplied, sliding his hand between her legs and pressing her damp knickers against her. He hummed, self-satisfied and amused at the way it had already taken effect.
“Interesting,” Theo murmured slowly, eyes sliding from Draco’s hand up to Hermione’s face. “What other little secrets have you been keeping from me?”
“I suppose you’ll find out.” She slid her hands up his chest, fingers curling over his shoulders and squeezing the muscle there. “Take me to bed.”
He cocked his head, still watching Draco pressing kisses to her spine.
“No, I don’t think so.” He jerked his head to her couch. “Couch.”
The request wasn’t unheard of but it was curious he’d make it now. She wondered what little schemes of his own he was currently devising.
“Fine,” she agreed, and he dipped down to kiss her.
With Theo’s mouth on hers and Draco’s lips charting soft patterns down the side of her neck, her brain was beginning to slow down, thoughts isolated only to what she was feeling, here and now.
Theo drew back only to murmur, “Couch, Draco,” before working his tongue into her mouth.
She welcomed him in as she let herself be walked backward to her sofa by Draco’s hands on her hips and Theo’s forward motion. Theo broke away to sit first, wearing only his snug grey boxer-briefs and a wicked grin.
“Now, Hermione,” he began, spreading his thighs, unashamed of the way the position allowed his cock to tent his briefs. “Why don’t you show me what Draco likes?”
“Draco likes lots of things,” Draco drawled.
Hermione leaned back against him, slowly rubbing her bum over the front of his trousers. His erection from the pub had waned in the transition of locations, but he was solid behind her again, bulging the expensive material of his trousers.
“That’s true,” she hummed, then added, soft and faux-confidential, “But you’re enthusiastic about a few things, aren’t you?”
Theo raised an intrigued brow and Hermione bit her lip, grinning at him and at the way Draco had curled his hands around her, gliding up her torso to cup her breasts. Hermione turned in his arms, pulling his mouth to hers for a slow, lingering kiss before shooting him a coy smirk and slowly lowering to her knees, letting her hands trail soft paths down his chest and abs as she descended.
“Ahh.” Theo’s voice was knowing. “A personal favorite of mine, too.”
“Only a fool wouldn’t rank it at the top,” Draco agreed, eyes downcast as Hermione undid his fly and worked his trousers and black briefs down his thighs. His cock sprang up, long and thick and delectable. She regretted not being able to see Theo’s reaction to it, but could still catch Draco’s as he was bared before the other man.
She lifted her gaze to his as she curled her fist around his cock, finding almost no give when she squeezed. He swallowed, throat bobbing dramatically, and then flicked his eyes over her head to Theo. She took the opportunity to swirl her tongue wetly around his ridge before sucking the tip into her mouth. He made a low sound of pleasure, his fingers sinking into her hair and eyes half closing on a blink before refocusing over her head. Back on Theo.
“She’s so good at that, isn’t she?” Theo’s voice was still pitched low, tone indulgent. “I’d let her suck on me for hours, wouldn’t you?”
“Yeah.” Draco’s voice had dropped half a register, as it always did when he was turned on. “For as long as she wanted.”
“I bet you give her a jaw ache though,” Theo mused thoughtfully. “Does he, Hermione?”
She drew off, slicking her saliva over Draco’s cock in firm, broad strokes with her fist as she met his eye again. “Yes,” she breathed. “You both do.”
Theo chuckled. “Aren’t you nice. Shall we compare properly?”
“This hurts you?” Draco stroked his thumb over her cheek, keeping it there even as she leaned in to fill that space with his cockhead. He stroked over it again, eyes darkening as he felt himself inside her mouth.
She released him with a slow, suckling kiss, keeping her fist around his base. “Not more than I enjoy.”
Theo chuckled, diverting Draco’s attention over her head again. “Come sit, honey.”
Hermione kept her gaze upturned on Draco, working her hand down to the base of his cock then rotating her wrist to cup his balls affectionately. His jaw worked as he tongued at his teeth, eyes falling to hers.
“This is going to be a learning experience, isn’t it?” he drawled, but she could read the excitement in his body language, his eyes glinting.
“I hope so.” Hermione grinned, then got to her feet, curling her hand back around the base of his cock to pull him toward Theo with her. He grunted, taking a step forward to follow her backwards advance.
Theo’s hands came up to snag her hips, helping her settle down on his lap facing Draco, putting her at exactly the right height to track kisses up Draco’s abdomen to the base of his pecs. She kept her fist moving on his cock, stroking and squeezing, toying with the ridges and veins in an endless tease.
Draco was used to her playing with his cock, his pleasure simultaneously her goal and a convenient side-effect of her explorations, but Theo didn’t usually let her dawdle. At the very least, his hands would be on her, teasing her in equal measure until her touches were no longer contemplative. As always, Draco’s hands were gentle in her hair, working carefully through the curls even as his breathing picked up.
“Who knew Draco could be so patient?” Theo teased, fingers unclasping her bra with a deft motion before sliding the straps down her shoulders.
Draco’s gaze flicked from Theo’s down to her breasts, his bemused expression heating as Theo’s hands replaced the lingerie to cup and then squeeze.
“And you’re just as impatient as I expected,” Draco returned dryly, head tilting as he observed the hard pinch Theo administered to both tight nipples. Hermione squirmed on his lap, fist squeezing tightly around Draco’s cock reflexively.
Theo clicked his tongue dismissively. “I’m excessively patient. Aren’t I, Hermione?”
She could sense the trap of his words, knowing just how very patient he could be, to her own blissful agony, and so she chose instead to wrap her lips around Draco’s cock again, sucking lightly before working him deep into her mouth.
Her pulse spiked as Theo sat forward, his bare chest warm against her back.
“Where was that spot again, Draco?”
The question had her eyes snapping open, though all she could see was the smooth skin of Draco’s abdomen and the groomed blonde hair at the base of his cock.
“Just here.”
She felt his fingers on the nape of her neck a moment later, sliding up until they were brushing against the place that acted as an amplifier to her pleasure. Her jaw went lax around his cock, moaning as he stroked her neck with confident, sure fingertips. His touch was always so intentional, exacting. When he drew away to cup her jaw, Theo replaced his fingers with a soft kiss. Her clit pulsed, walls fluttering reflexively as all her nerves fired at the touch and the knowledge that they were teaching each other things that she liked.
Theo did it again, and when he flicked the hard point of his tongue over the spot, she couldn’t stop herself from rocking on his lap, seeking friction. With Theo’s lips on her neck, his hands teasing her breasts, and her mouth full of Draco, she was fairly certain she only needed a single solid thigh to grind on before she’d be coming in a matter of minutes.
She broke off to pant, “Please, Theo,” hopeful the satisfaction he’d get from having made her beg would result in her getting fast-tracked to an orgasm.
Frustratingly, all he did was hum interrogatively against her skin, squeezing her breasts again before thumbing her nipples. “Yes, sweetheart? You want something?”
Hermione nodded, hollowing her cheeks and lifting her eyes to try and find Draco’s. His hand closed around the base of his cock, using the hand on her cheek to pull her off him, tapping the broad head of his cock against her gasping mouth.
“That,” he drawled, gazing down at her, “is that face of a woman who wants to be fucked. How would you like it, love?”
“Is that it?” Theo rolled her nipples indulgently. “Did sucking on Draco’s cock turn you on?”
He knew it did; Draco wasn’t the only one with an oral fixation. She ground her bum back, finding him easily under the thin material of his boxer briefs.
“Did watching me suck Draco’s cock get you hard, Theo?” she returned, working her hips in a figure-eight over his lap where she could feel the thick, stiff length of him.
“You know it did,” he murmured against her nape, and goosebumps erupted all down her arms.
“Here, love.” Draco held his hands out for her, taking a half step back to give her space to stand. “Take her knickers off, Theo. She’s going to ride you just like this.”
“She is, is she?” Theo teased but Hermione was already clasping Draco’s hands and standing, her legs annoyingly wobbly considering how little they’d done to her yet. Damn these men and their unbelievable chemistry, and her insatiable desire for them both.
Obligingly, Theo stripped her knickers off and then Draco was stepping close, his hands sliding to hold around her ribs as he tipped her down over Theo’s lap. Her balance wobbled, but Draco’s forearms were strong and steady under her fingers as he took another step forward between Theo’s spread thighs.
“I’ve got you,” Draco assured her. “Lean on me, baby.”
She used his forearms for support and rested her cheek against his torso, tilting her hips so Theo could align his cock.
“God, the positions a third person allows for…” Theo mumbled, palming an arsecheek so he could watch himself push inside her. “You are such a clever girl, aren’t you? Now you can get fucked in all sorts of new ways, hmm?”
“Yes,” she squeaked, her walls bearing down as his cock worked against them. “That’s…that’s the idea.”
Draco smirked down at her. It wasn’t often he got to see her ceding power and based on the way his eyes had gone dark, she suspected he was enjoying seeing this side of her. The unflagging erection bobbing between them certainly suggested as much. She badly wanted to lean down at lick at him but the rolling motion Theo was using to sink inside her was slowly wiping her mind.
She contented herself with nuzzling against Draco’s stomach, clutching the lean muscles of his arms and shifting her hips in cadence with Theo until they were flush. Draco’s pulse was evident through his skin, enhancing his spiced forest scent, both warming and cooling in a way that only he could achieve. Nuzzling was not enough; she contented herself with licking his abs. They flexed with his breath of strained laughter.
“Full of cock and still needy?” Draco teased. “Maybe if you’re nice, you can have both.”
She tsked against his abdomen, wanting to nip at him for the audacity of withholding his cock from her but finding no give to the taut skin. Theo’s hands tightened on her hips, using his strength to lift her up just enough to slam back down.
She yelped as pleasure shot through her. “Fuck, Theo.”
“I know you can take it,” Theo purred, repeating the hard upward fuck. “I get you on Tuesdays, don’t forget.”
“So…so what?” Her fingers dug into Draco’s arms as Theo sped up the pace of his deep, hard thrusts until her breasts were bouncing with each one.
“So I get you the day after he’s had to wait at least four,” Theo said, then dropped his voice to a confidential stage whisper. “And it shows.”
Draco hummed a low, satisfied sound that went straight through her, tingling at the base of her skull and at all the sensitive, swollen points of her body.
“The little fingertip bruises on your arse,” Theo carried on. “The love bites on your throat…the way your cunt is still so plush inside. He fucks you hard on Mondays. And for a long time.”
She lifted her eyes to Draco’s, finding the grey a thin ring around wide, fat black. Possessive fucking man – he liked knowing Theo saw his mark on her.
Normally, he was a considerate lover. Prioritizing at least one orgasm from her before seeking anything for himself; keeping his motions intentional and for her pleasure. He was all sweetness on Wednesdays, doing whatever she wanted, listening without complaint, taking her every direction beautifully. But on Mondays – because she let him – he fucked her like he’d waited years.
The edge of Draco’s mouth lifted into a smug, contented smirk as he saw the effect Theo’s observations were doing to her. Hermione wet her lips, wanting to snark at him but finding herself unable to consider anything but wondering if he’d find a way to get his cock into her mouth right away, please and thank you.
Draco saw something of her desires in her eyes because he stooped down to align his mouth with hers, giving her a soft, light kiss that only worked to stoke her hotter.
“Does he feel good?” Draco murmured, lips brushing hers. She nodded against his skin and Draco made a pleased sound. “Good. You look so pretty on his cock. Can I watch?”
Her brows twitched together. “You are watching.”
His fingers trailed down her torso, finding her clit and giving her a soft stroke. “I want to see. Can I see?”
“Oh.” The thought radiated through her as swiftly as his touch, the sensation arousal and self-consciousness and the delicious, coiling flare of something new all mixed into one. She nodded and he pet her clit again.
“Spread your legs then, baby,” Draco told her. “So that I can lick you while he fucks you.”
The thought alone made her thoughts distinctly hazy. She leaned back against Theo's chest, repositioning her thighs on either side of Theo’s as Draco lowered down between their legs. For a moment, he just...stared. Theo's deep, slow thrusts didn't falter but she could feel a new tension in him, his chest pushing against her shoulder blades as his breath picked up. He liked Draco's observations. The thought made her hyper-aware of every stroke, imagining how it might look and therefore heightening how it felt.
Draco’s eyes flicked up to hers after a moment and the raw lust in them felt like a physical touch.
“So sexy,” he whispered. “Does it feel good? Strong and slow like that?”
Her moan caught in her throat, coming out high and reedy. The edge of Draco’s mouth quirked upward, and he stroked warm palms up her thighs.
“Yeah? You like how he fucks you? I can tell he does it well. You’re all swollen and flushed, love. Are you sensitive here?”
He leaned in to flick his tongue over her clit, eyes still on hers, and her walls immediately clenched around Theo’s cock with an intensity that had her gasping.
“Fuck,” she choked out.
Draco hummed happily, swirling his tongue around her clit again. And…oh god. She was going to come so…fucking…fast.
Her next strong clench coincided with a downstroke, and Theo’s cock was forced free. She bit her lip to stem the pathetic wail that almost escaped and brought her hand down instantly, trying to find and realign him. Her fingers collided with Draco’s cheekbone, and when she glanced down, she was met with the sight of him leaning back and, without hesitation, licking up the underside of Theo's cock.
Theo and Hermione swore in unison, Theo for what Hermione knew was an absolutely sinful mouth on him, and Hermione for the way her deepest desires were being realized.
“You taste like her.” He licked around the rosy head, pausing to suck once, the hollowing of his cheeks obscene. “Like her but…something more, too.”
Feeling the soft ends of Draco’s hair brushing her inner thighs and knowing his mouth was full of cock had her squirming in Theo’s hold. He grunted, a hand coming down to press over her belly, holding her still.
“That’s enough, Draco,” he grit out. “She wants it back.”
Draco drew off, tongue flicking out to swipe at the tendril of saliva connecting his mouth to the tip of Theo’s cock, the residual slickness of which he rubbed over her as he realigned Theo at her entrance, evidently unperturbed about all aspects of sharing her with another man. Something Hermione intended to think about, quite vividly, at her earliest, clear-headed convenience.
“Get back on her clit,” Theo told him. “Whatever you were doing was making her squeeze around me. Felt fucking unreal.”
With a slight tilt of his hips, Theo slid back inside and she shuddered, savoring the pleasure of being so swiftly filled, then moaned as Draco’s tongue found her clit, swiping over it in cadence with the languid, deep strokes Theo was sending up into her.
Her orgasm was coiling tightly, pricks of electricity sparking along every nerve. Feeling Theo behind her and seeing Draco on his knees was close to sensory overload in and of itself, but when combined with the steady friction of Theo inside and the endless swirls of Draco’s tongue outside, they were setting her up for a strong, full-body orgasm. Theo felt it, too.
“God,” he groaned, the arm under her breasts tightening. “Keep that up. She’s getting so fucking tight.”
Draco tilting his head so he could look up at her while his tongue circled her clit. She wanted to get her fingers into his hair and make a fist, to hold him right where she needed him, but with the way Theo had her, she couldn’t reach. Could hardly move.
She squirmed, trying to get him closer, but he only watched her, eyes glinting. Fuck, if Theo dared teach him about edging, she truly would die.
“What do you need, honey?” Theo murmured, nose brushing against her ear. “I can feel your sweet little cunt trying to come. Tell me what you need. Harder? Faster?”
She pressed her head back against his shoulder, hips rocking in the rhythm they’d found.
“Draco–” she choked out. “I–please.”
“Got you, baby,” Draco mumbled, then pressed his mouth firmly over her, securing her clit between his lips and sucking just the way that made her come so hard, sometimes she soaked him.
Her orgasm surged with a vengeance and then broke, her breath catching on a choked moan as the contractions wracked through her, almost painful in their initial intensity before mellowing out into the warm waves of deep, radiating pleasure. She felt half-delirious, brain melty from the bliss of Draco’s mouth on her while stuffed full of Theo’s cock. The former was still running his tongue over her, drawing little soothing circles over her pulsing clit. When she met his eye, he smirked.
“Near miss,” he teased her, eyes knowing, and she huffed out a breath at how very close she’d come to gushing all over his face. The smug bastard.
Behind her, Theo swore brokenly, unaware of their exchange. “Fuck, Hermione. You came so fucking hard, I–god, I’m so close.”
He lifted her off him, ostensibly to not fall over into his own orgasm, but Draco took the opening without mercy, leaning forward to suck the first few inches of Theo into his mouth, cheeks hollowing dramatically.
“Oh fucking Circe,” Theo groaned, sounding anguished, then exhaled a moan and accepted his fate, voice going warm and encouraging. “Fuck, yeah. That’s it. Just like that. Just…like…that…fuck, Draco…Draco, I’m going to come.”
Considering he’d never given a blowjob before, Hermione expected Draco to pull off and finish Theo with his fist, so when his eyes flicked up to hers and held, rhythm unrelenting, she felt a flash of pride. He really was such a considerate lover.
She carded her hand through his hair, licking her bottom lip into her mouth as she watched with unashamed delight as one of her boyfriends got the other off. Under her, Theo tensed and then shuddered, his hips lifting so strongly that her own raised with the motion. She saw the moment Theo started to come, Draco’s grey eyes flaring once before his throat began working to swallow it down, his eyes dancing over her body, touching on her breasts, hips, cunt. She wondered what he was thinking.
Theo finally stilled and Draco drew off, giving her thighs a squeeze to push back on his haunches.
“Merlin, your boyfriend gives good head,” Theo groaned.
Draco snorted delicately, using the side of his thumb to wipe at the edge of his mouth. “Pretty sure I’m your boyfriend now too, idiot.”
“Oh yeah?” Theo peered around at her. “Gonna share him with me, honey?”
“It's high time we economized the week,” she said blithely, her heart throbbing. “It was an inefficient use of time to be dividing and conquering, as it were.”
“Uh-huh.” Theo pecked a kiss to her cheek, then eyed Draco. He secured an arm around her waist to keep her from slipping fully off his lap as he sat forward to cup a palm around Draco’s jaw. “In that case, c’mere. You give head like that, you get a kiss, baby.”
Draco’s already pink cheeks flushed darker as he leaned forward. “That's a nice policy…” He paused an inch away from Theo’s lips, considering something. “…darling?”
Theo pressed a smile to Draco’s mouth. “Mm.” He kissed him again. “I like darling better than idiot.” He swept his tongue over Draco’s bottom lip, savoring the taste. “I like you, too.”
“Merlin, you are a tease,” Draco groused then secured Theo with a hand firmly around the back of his head, slanting his mouth over his and turning the kiss long and languid.
Hermione watched them with heated satisfaction, the victory of her plan mixed potently with a second surge of desire for them. There was something so unbearably sexy about watching two men kiss, particularly when she could see how needy one of them still was. Draco's cock swayed as he shifted minutely with the motion of their kiss, hard as steel and shiny at the tip.
She tapped the arm Theo had around her, and he slowed and then broke the kiss. She didn’t waste a second, slipping off Theo’s lap to straddle Draco where he was still sitting back on his haunches. She kissed him immediately, tongue stroking along his to taste the remnants of both herself and Theo as she braced her hands on his shoulders and lifted up, his cock a solid weight against her belly.
“Fuck me, Draco,” she mumbled against his mouth. “As hard as you want.”
He nipped at her bottom lip, one hand immediately snaking between them to grip his cock as he squeezed her arse with the other, lifting her easily to align them. He sank inside a few inches, his hips twitching upward with a gasp that she swallowed.
He kissed her lazily for a moment, then his hands slid to her lower back and the next minute, she was falling backwards as he used his weight to push her against the seat of the couch, her shoulders on Theo’s thighs and her spine on the strip of sofa cushion between his spread knees. With the upward force provided by Draco's position, he buried himself to the hilt with a hard, fast thrust and she moaned, long and low.
His cock was so hard, and the angle had it rubbing insistently against all the places still swollen and sensitive from Theo. She was no stranger to multiple orgasms but it was a novelty to get them back-to-back, each around a different cock.
Theo was right, she was a miserable little whore.
The thought only proved to accelerate her orgasm, her body tightening down around the unrestrained thrusts Draco was sending so deeply inside her, she was rocking with each one.
“Draco,” she gasped. “Oh god. Please. Yes.”
The cushion shifted as Theo sat forward, peering down at her upside down. “You’re not going to come again, are you?” he asked, tone gently degrading. “Already?”
She bit her lip, making pleading eyes up at him. “It feels so good,” she whimpered, her words coming out garbled as Draco’s pelvis bounced hard against her clit, his pace and force decimating her. “You…you made me come so hard and I…I’m so turned on, and he…he feels…fucking incredible–”
Her words sputtered out as her eyes half-crossed when Draco sent a hand up to toy with her nipple.
“Oh god, can I?” she begged, purely out of habit when looking up into those deep blue eyes.
Theo’s smile went wicked, but before he could toy with her further, Draco’s hand was sliding up to her nape, lifting her head to force her attention to him.
“You’re on my cock now, love,” he reminded her, voice gravelly. “You come whenever you fucking want.”
Theo didn’t argue but he didn’t sit back either. His eyes dragged down her body to where Draco was pounding into her, then clicked his tongue.
“Is that all it’s going to take, sweetheart? Just his cock inside? That’s all you need to come all over it?”
“Fuck, Theo–” Draco bit out, his free hand digging into her hip as his words sent another hard burst of pleasure down between her legs, pulling her tight around him.
“Am I wrong?” Theo’s voice was perfectly pleasant, pleased at having found a way to toy with them both. “Because I know just how much this little whore likes having her clit played with and if she’s going to come without it, then she must really need it. Do you, Hermione? Do you need to come on him?”
Her body was moving as a result of Draco’s forceful thrusts, her breasts bouncing, arse jiggling, shoulders bumping rhythmically into Theo’s spread thighs, her curls swaying in the space between her spine and the edge of the sofa. And her sounds she was making were his, little cut-off whimpers each time he hit home; the obscene wet sound of her cunt. So much movement and sound outside while inside, she was locked in the agonizing, still-and-quiet moment just before, when her orgasm was right fucking there, taunting her, making her sweat. Her hands fisted into the carpet below her, core flexed and burning, thigh muscles tensed, waiting for the trigger that would set her off.
Theo’s upside down expression suggested he knew exactly where she was, expert as he was to keeping her in that blissful purgatory. His mouth twitched in amusement before he raised his head, curling a hand around the back of Draco’s neck and dragging him closer.
“Come here,” he purred. “I want to feel you suck on my tongue.”
Who’s groaning whine was louder, Hermione didn’t know, but she was certain that Draco started to come the moment Theo’s tongue tangled with his. She lasted barely a second longer, distracted enough by the evocative slide of tongues just above her that she lost the reins to her body. Her breath hissed in a second later and then she was coming, her cunt rippling around Draco’s pulsing cock in strong, drawn out squeezes.
Theo’s soft laughter brought her back to the room, her thoughts floaty and body still twitchy.
“Salazar fucking Slytherin,” Draco mumbled, and she opened her eyes to see that Theo was dotting amused, open-mouthed kisses over Draco’s lips and then along his jaw as Draco caught his breath.
“You’re fun,” Theo informed Draco’s throat, then peered down. “Hermione, why didn’t you tell me how fucking fun Draco is to play with? Gods, we should have been doing this the whole time.”
Yes, she thought dazedly. We absolutely should have.