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Seductra’s Sirens of Knockturn Alley is notorious across Great Britain for its mystique and glamour. Any patron who dared walk into its lair is sure to be the wealthiest of the wealthy, the most distinguished of the distinguished; as not even noble purebloods and elite alphas of the highest standings could resist the temptations of its enticing omega courtesans.
One such customer who sauntered right into its trap this night is Harry James Potter, head of the British Auror Office. The man is surprisingly not as intimidating as he appears to be in the papers. His hair is a lot messier, his eyes brighter, and he looks like he hasn’t shaved his face for days. What is most interesting, however, is that look of boyish excitement on his rather handsome face.
But no matter how sweet Potter looks, Draco knows better than to be fooled by mere appearances.
Ever since he had to earn a living at Seductra’s following his family’s fall from grace, Draco has seen men like Potter regularly visit this kind of place almost every single day; splurging on the prettiest omegas to spend all night with and fleeing at the first break of dawn. And despite being only 16, he knows from firsthand experience how Aurors are usually the most deranged of their lot. Draco counts his lucky stars that these types of customers aren't something he faces regularly.
His dearest friend, on the other hand, has a different experience than him.
Draco tilts his head to the side, watching the intense look on Tom’s face as he fixes his gaze on the Head Auror. He frowns, lowering his gaze to the ground as he feels the light squeeze in his throat tighten up.
“Who do you suppose he’ll go with for tonight?” Tom ponders, looking like he’s uninterested in the new patron, yet Draco knows by the small tug of the corner of his lips that Tom is excited.
Draco shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t know. Maybe someone who looks like his wife.“ He truly couldn’t care less about their patrons’ reasons for visiting Seductra’s instead of going home to their spouses; all that matters is the amount of Galleons and Sickles they’re spending at their brothel.
“He wouldn’t go here if he’s looking for someone who looks like Ginevra Potter.” Tom rolls his eyes dramatically. “I bet my Galleons that he’s looking for something far more exciting than a woman. Perhaps he’ll pick one of us to be his partner for the night.”
“Perhaps…” Draco trails off, distracted by the sounds of a negotiation unfolding downstairs. From the voices, he can tell it is Potter and the owner; though he can barely make out what, or rather who, they’re talking about.
Draco begins reflecting on what Tom said earlier. What a man like Harry Potter is doing at Seductra’s is obvious, but he wonders which one of the escorts catches the Auror’s eyes the most. But of course someone like him would go for the fully-bloomed adults rather than the adolescents, wouldn’t he?
Once again, his eyes wander over to Tom’s face.
Draco wouldn’t be surprised if Tom gets picked; with how much he likes to roam the streets of Knockturn, Potter might’ve been charmed by the sight of Tom and tails him all the way to Seductra’s.
The door unexpectedly swings open, snapping Draco back to reality.
“Dragon. Go change your clothes and serve the customer in Room 7.”
Draco swallows. His heart starts to drum faster inside of his chest and he feels a painfully tight squeeze in his stomach.
“Dragon?” Tom hissed, displeasure clear in his voice. “That’s it? Are you quite certain there’s no calls for me?”
The owner rolls his eyes as he adds, “quit looking at me with that murderous look, would you, Serpent? You’re also called for Room 7, so make yourself pretty and get on with it. You two have an hour, but ask the customer for more when you three are done.”
With that, the owner closes the door shut behind him, leaving Tom and Draco to themselves once more.
Tom quickly gets up from his haunches and hurries himself to the changing room. The sounds of fabric being grabbed and thrown all over the room as well as heels clacking against the wooden floor accompanies Tom’s excited murmurs.
Draco, meanwhile, is still sitting on his chair, completely stunned at what just happened. “Did he…? Mr. Potter is…?”
Tom pokes his head out of the changing room, giving Draco a disapproving look. “Hurry on with it, Draco! I wouldn’t like to let him wait a moment longer if we can help it.” He quickly turns around, returning to his own fussing about looking good for the Head Auror and how the dresses don't do his body enough justice.
Draco is still unsure how he should feel by this turn of events, but he’s glad that he at least has Tom by his side this time.
“Are you aware that it’s quite unusual for a customer to only have two sirens at the same time, Mr Potter?” Draco teases, playing with the bulge straining the man’s trousers with the palm of his hand. The way Potter shudders in delight at his ministrations is quite humorous to witness.
Potter is far too easy. One tiny touch and he’s already surrendering to the pleasure of Draco’s hands and Tom’s lips. Tonight is looking like it will be a fun night after all.
“I— I don’t— I have no clue… I—A-Ahh… It’s my first time being in this type of e–-establishment…” Harry stutters, thrusting his hips up to meet Draco’s touch.
“Men like you, Mr Potter, usually would either only try with just one whore, or are daring enough to take at the very least four on the same night,” Tom chimes in, pausing from sucking hickeys on Potter’s neck to smile down at the Auror.
“I…” Harry trails off, his green eyes avoiding the two omegas’ gaze. “To be quite honest with you two… it was never my intention to ever visit establishments such as Seductra’s...”
Draco raises himself and sits on his haunches so he could see the man’s face more clearly. He raises an eyebrow at the strange look on Potter’s face, as if he’s a little child getting caught in a lie. “Then what are your intentions here? You can’t just accidentally visit Knockturn’s most famous brothel and accidentally order two omegas all for yourself for an hour.”
“I… err, I saw the both of you, well— kiss each other when I was patrolling around the streets a few weeks ago. It wasn’t on purpose, really, I could swear on my life that I accidentally saw you two round Moribund’s doing— Anyways, ever since ever since that day, I simply couldn’t stop that image from popping into my head... And in a moment of weakness, I followed the path I distinctly remembered you two took, and here I am now.”
Draco simply cannot believe how frightened he was at the thought of being bedded by this nervous man earlier tonight. Potter might be an alpha, and a very powerful one at that, but he’s as meek as a small fawn. How can a man like him be so bewitched by a small little kiss shared between two good friends?
“You’re quite a strange fellow, Mr Potter.”
The man frowns in displeasure at Draco’s words. “Harry, please, if you will. Being called Mr Potter just reminds me of work.”
“As long as you pay, we’ll indulge anything you desire, Harry~” Tom purrs before resuming his mission to undress Harry and planting red bites on his tanned skin. But Harry suddenly stops his movement altogether in a snap of a finger, gripping Tom’s wrist and holding it above his head.
“In that case, I have a proposition to offer you two.” Harry’s sudden commanding tone sends shivers down Draco’s spine.
“And we shall comply, so long as it's safe for everyone involved,” Tom carefully replies, cautious as to not overstep his boundaries, yet still setting ground rules for their customer. Draco is thankful that Tom is a naturally eloquent boy. He’s not quite sure if he would be able to handle it as gracefully if it was only him in this room with Harry.
“I’d like to watch you two have sex.”
The words hit him with the force of a gust. This marks the second time of the day where Draco is completely taken aback by this man’s eccentricity.
“Why?” Draco simply asks, unable to gather some fancy, elaborate ways to phrase his question like Tom usually does.
Harry, with his oddly brazen confidence, just shrugs and replies, “it’s simply because you two look brilliant together.”
Out of all the strange peculiarities Draco has dealt with, this is by far the most unusual he’s ever encountered. His gaze wanders over Tom, sitting across him with a frown on his face. The boy doesn’t look like he’s repulsed nor scared— he looks like he might honestly be considering Harry’s request.
Draco has no clue if Tom has ever shared a bed with two other persons involved. Hell, he doesn’t even know if Tom has ever had sex while being watched.
But it’s Tom he’s talking about. Tom has known men like Harry since Merlin knows when. He’s raised on the harsh streets of Knockturn, and despite their similar age, Tom is far more grown-up than he is. Tom always gives off an aura of confidence, that he will handle any circumstance with a clear mind, and that he has far more experience out of all the young sirens in their establishment.
So Tom would also know how to deal with this situation as well, wouldn't he?
“Who would you like to see top the other?” Tom asks. Draco’s eyes widen at the casual tone Tom’s using, but he keeps his mouth shut and lets the event play out.
Harry takes a moment to let his green gaze shift between the two. Draco can practically hear the cogs in Harry’s head turning as he silently contemplates on his answer. It’s almost comical how boyish it makes the man look.
“You fucking him,” Harry says as he points his finger towards Tom and moves to Draco.
“Will that arrangement be alright with you, darling?” With a sweet smile on his lips, Tom asks him the question.
Draco quickly nods his head. He trusts Tom. He trusts Tom’s judgement. If Tom thinks this is within their bounds, then he will push through with him.
“Open your lips, Dragon,” Tom whispers and Draco obeys. He tilts his head up and moans as Tom claims his lips with a searing kiss, shoving his tongue inside and drawing out even more heated moans from his lips.
Tom has always been intense; a sweet kiss shall never suit him, and Draco is quite comfortable with that. He almost lost himself in the warmth of Tom’s lips and the heat of his tongue before he’s brought back to reality as his eyes unintentionally drift toward Harry’s green gaze. The man is still sitting on the transfigured sofa in the dark corner of the room, still watching them intently much like a ravenous hawk. Not for a second does Harry’s gaze ever leave the bed Draco’s pinned on.
“Ah—!” Draco yells out, harshly pulled back to reality as Tom enters him.
“Eyes on me, now. I don't appreciate being ignored,” Tom whispers, the allure of his dark eyes pulls Draco in closer to total captivation; as if he’s not already feeling drunk from Tom’s pheromones as it is.
Draco circles his arms around Tom, pulling him closer as the other snaps his hips in a controlled, yet feverish tempo. He closes his eyes, feeling the waves of pleasure sweeping over him as he slowly lets himself push against Tom’s thrusts, meeting him halfway, not wanting to let Tom assume complete control over him just yet.
When he slightly changes his angle, however, Tom manages to hit deeper inside of Draco’s inner walls, and Draco clenches down on his cock— which of course, sparks Tom’s enthusiasm to continue pounding him into the mattress, making Draco lose grip on his strength and his resolve begins to weaken.
Everything feels amazing; the pheromones, the kisses, their wet slick blending with one another, Tom’s hands on his body, Tom’s magnificent tongue licking his lips, Tom’s cock inside of him— Merlin, Tom is truly a devil in bed, especially given for the fact that some of the sirens have spent evenings with Tom before, him included. It’s no wonder if Tom knows exactly which switch to flick and buttons to push to pleasure an omega’s body.
Yet despite the unrelenting tempo of his hips and the cacophony of sinful sounds around them, Draco feels like something is amiss with Tom. The raven-haired omega is usually focused and intense, happily fucking Draco through orgasms after orgasms and would have had a smug smirk on his lips as he declares his victory by now— but not this time. He keeps pausing his thrusts midway and sneaking a peek behind him before snapping out of his daze and drives himself further into Draco’s cunt, as if something is distracting Tom from enjoying the sex as much as Draco does.
Draco takes a quick look past Tom’s shoulder when Tom is momentarily lost in his thoughts, and he once again meets Harry’s focused, intense gaze. Draco’s ashen gaze shifts downward, catching sight of the tent straining the front of Harry’s trousers. In his dazed state, Draco’s muscles tense and he clenches down on Tom’s cock; to which drives Tom to his own climax, emptying his sterile seed deep inside Draco.
Breathless and worn out, Tom lays his head on top of Draco’s chest as the two slowly regain their breath. Draco hums in delight, feeling the post-coital bliss enveloping him, and he craves nothing more than to cuddle with Tom and drift off to sleep.
That is, until Tom pulls himself up and addresses their client who is still firmly seated on the sofa across the bed. “Would you like to extend your session, Harry? I don't think one measly hour is terribly sufficient for you, am I correct?”
“I— If that's permitted… Yes. I would like to extend my stay.”
Draco pushes himself up to look directly at Harry too, surprised to see how flustered the Auror looks by Tom’s suggestion.
“Brilliant.” Tom flashes the older man a smile that Draco could only describe as a well-practiced, professional smile fit for a business transaction.
With a sharp whistle from Tom’s lips, Gregory opens the door and casually walks to the side of the bed. The brawny man raises an inquisitive eyebrow at the dark corner that Harry has occupied, but like the professional guard of a luxurious establishment that he is, he keeps his mouth shut.
“What is it, Serpent?”
“Our gentleman would like to extend his stay. For another two…”—Tom glances at Harry and flashes him a smile before returning his attention back to Gregory—”Three hours shall suffice.”
Gregory gives a brief nod, turning his head around and addresses Harry. “You may pay your bills at the counter after you're done here.”
“Alright,” Harry simply replies. Gregory acknowledges the brief negotiation with a firm nod, and leaves the room as quickly as he came in.
“Well, we have three hours to ourselves now. What would you like to do? Or rather see, Harry?” Tom’s smirk is salacious, daring, like a starved snake ready to pounce its prey.
Harry goes silent for a few moments, green eyes staring at both omegas before he answers, “I'm rather content seeing you two with each other, really. You two were brilliant earlier, and I don’t mind a repeat performance if that’s the extent of what both of you can provide for me this evening.”
From his position on the mattress, it’s hard to see the expression on Tom’s face, but he can tell that the other omega is deeply affected by the man’s words. While he feels irritated by how dismissive Harry sounds, he can only guess how the prideful Tom Riddle is feeling right now.
“Maybe we can switch?” Draco suddenly pipes in, his mouth blabbering what he’s thinking out loud; and Merlin, Harry looks like he may faint by how bright red his face looks right now.
“Oh?” Tom remarks, and he turns around to flash Draco a triumphant smile. ”Looks like our guest is intrigued by your idea, Dragon.”
Before Draco can give Tom a response to tease his visible eagerness, he’s caught off guard by Tom’s tongue licking a wet stripe on his chest and teasing his nipples, similar to how a Kneazle kitten laps up a near-empty bowl of milk. Tom, the devil he is, knows exactly how sensitive Draco’s chest is after he reaches orgasm, and it seems like he’s intent on using that weakness to his advantage. Draco bit down another pitiful whine as Tom bit and tugs at his dusted nub. Well, two can play that game if Tom is so insistent on it.
Draco quietly runs his hands across Tom’s pallid skin, his fingers tracing the pronounced outline of bones beneath Tom’s thin frame as he continues to travel down and down and down, until he rests his palm on top of Tom’s lower back, cradling him close. Tom has stopped nipping on his chest by then, his eyes focusing solely on Draco and and his breath growing uneven. Draco cranes his neck forward, capturing Tom’s lips in a lovely kiss as he starts to grind on the taller, yet thinner body laid atop his— Draco greedily devours all of Tom’s delightful sounds of pleasure, not wanting to let Harry hear it just yet.
Tom suddenly lifts his arse higher, wiggling his hips around and peering at Draco from beneath his long, thick lashes. Draco resists the urge to beam at Tom, knowing fully the boy wouldn’t appreciate any cheek when he’s lost in pleasure like this, and he instead pinches and grips Tom’s arse, eliciting a soft moan from the dark-haired omega. Tom has always been rather hollow-cheeked and willowy, pleasantly contrasting to Draco’s soft, boyish look, so there isn’t much that Draco could grab down there; but it’s not like Draco would say no to fucking him— on the contrary, he does enjoy making Tom’s toes curl in pleasure whenever Tom is in the mood.
As soon as Draco finally lets his hand dip between Tom’s soft mounds, he realizes just how wet and eager Tom really is. He’s almost certain that preparation isn’t needed and Tom would come undone as easily as when he’s in the middle of a heat.
“Would you like to skip the prepping?” Draco whispers, stormy grey orbs locking into Tom’s deep, dark eyes. “You’re already so wet, see? Does being watched excite you this much, Tom?“ Draco whispers, emphasizing his point by pushing his middle finger in, slowly feeding it into Tom’s wet, tight pussy, and feeling him clench down so delightfully around his digit.
“I-I’m just a bit winded up… If you’re still so keen on taking your precious time th-then so be it,” Tom’s breath stutters as Draco starts to flick his wrist, thrusting his finger in and out of Tom lazily. Draco smiles as he notices that Tom is starting to grind himself down on Draco’s finger.
“Is that so? I’m rather content being like this, watching you come undone with just a mere finger, actually. So let’s take it slow and enjoy our time, shall we?”
Tom lets out a disgruntled noise, his eyebrows drawn into a tight frown and his eyes drilling into Draco’s. Without any warnings, Tom lifts himself up and off of Draco’s grasp, slapping his hands away, and sinking himself down on Draco’s eager cocklet.
Draco gasps in astonishment at the sudden wet, soft warmth enveloping his erection. He tries to keep himself from thrusting deeper into Tom’s wetness, but Tom himself has a rather different idea. The dark-haired omega isn’t keen on allowing himself to adjust to the stretch, pushing down and down until he bottoms out. Draco’s fingers dig into Tom’s thigh as he loses himself in the sweet, mind-numbing pleasure; still far too sensitive after their earlier intercourse.
“This is much more enjoyable than a mere finger, isn’t it, Dragon?” Tom smirks down at him, his soft curls bouncing lightly as he starts to move himself up and down Draco’s shaft. “How does my pussy taste, hmm?“
“It’s— Aahhh, It’s wonderful… I feel like I’m going to m–melt inside you…” Draco sobs, his breath stuck in his throat as he drinks in the sight of Tom bouncing on his lap, dark eyes seemingly unfocused, and his own omega cock bobbing in the air as he keeps at his frantic pace. For someone so thin and rather unathletic, Tom certainly has excellent control of his muscles. Perhaps Draco should consider asking Tom to try flying on a broom sometimes.
As though he’s able to read Draco’s thoughts, Tom suddenly stops his thrusts, instead grinding down on Draco’s cock, eliciting a long, drawn-out moan from Draco’s lips. Tom is so hot, so wet, and so perfect. The way he rolls his hips—hard enough for it to feel good for both of them, yet slow enough for it to be torture—is driving him up the wall. His hips snap forward, forcing Tom to resume his thrusts, and the other omega complied. Draco grips on Tom’s waist tightly, desperately rutting against him to chase after that sweet, delicious torture deep inside of Tom.
The dark-haired omega clenches down, as though he’s massaging Draco’s cocklet each time he drops down and gyrates his hips. Draco lets out a needy whine between heavy breaths, feeling like he’s at the tip of agonising pleasure as he registers the burning ache between his thighs and uncomfortable heat pooling in his lower back.
With another deep, hard thrust, Draco spills himself inside of Tom, wetting Tom’s walls even more than he already is. He feels a pleasurable shiver run down his spine as Tom slowly sits up, a mix of his cum and Tom’s slick starts to drip out of his cunt.
Tom pulls him into another kiss and whispers into Draco’s lips, “I’m still not satisfied yet, and it will be some time before the clock runs out.”
“I… I don’t think I can get my cock up again anytime soon,” Draco pants, hazy grey eyes meeting Tom’s dark onyx.
Tom sits up, casting a long, quiet stare at Draco before turning his head to the direction of the sofa, nestled in the shaded corner of the room. “Excuse me, sir?”
“Yes?” Harry promptly answers. Draco notices that his voice is less controlled than before, more airy than it is regal, like he'd just completed a Quidditch training session while Draco and Tom was busy fucking earlier.
“Would you care to join us in bed? I’m afraid we both are far too debilitated to use our cocks to pleasure each other.”
Draco blinks at Tom’s suggestion. Should they really let Harry climb up here and… play with their bodies? He’s still a bit sore from having two consecutive orgasms wrung out of him; to have an alpha fuck him now would be an unpleasant experience, he thinks to himself.
Tom lets out a drawn-out, high-pitched whine as he drops down onto the mattress, presenting his arse high up in the air and wiggling his hips around. “Please, sir? I don’t think mine or Dragon’s fingers would satisfy me just yet… I feel so empty inside, so cold and so barren… I need your alpha cock in me, sir.”
That seems to work, as the shadowy figure in the corner suddenly gets taller and steps closer and closer to the bed, where the candlelight finally catches him in its glow. Harry looks… rather ravishing, he has to admit. There’s a healthy shade of red dusting his sun-kissed skin and a soft glow reflecting on his silver-framed glasses; his short, scruffy dark hair adds more to his rugged, handsome charm. And his muscles… Draco can see how tense he is, as though he's on the verge of jumping into the bed and ravishing the two omegas laid in front of him, but still holding back— just barely, judging from the heated glint in his green eyes.
The thought of having this man hold him and stretch him open, pushing deep inside until he could feel his cock fill him full until it hurts makes his walls clench in excitement.
Without any hesitation, Tom suddenly reaches out to Harry and grabs him by the arm, and in one swift motion, throws him to the bed with a hard thump. Harry is now laid still in between them, being sandwiched by two beautiful omegas still hot and dripping with slick and cum, still eager to have their holes filled.
Draco watches as Tom unbuttons Harry’s trousers and fishes out his cock, and his eyes widened at the sight before him. Harry’s cock is firm and thick, tip flushed and leaking of precum, and standing proudly in the air. Tom glides the tip of his finger slowly from the tip to the base, and presses down on the small bulge at the base of Harry’s cock. The deep, guttural moan slipping out of Harry’s lips becomes music to their ears.
The two omegas exchange a knowing look before they descend to pleasure Harry’s cock together. Draco laps and nips on the hot red tip, humming in delight as he savors the musky, salty taste of Harry’s cock. He lets his drool drip down the length, wetting his cock as Tom flicks his tongue at the thick veins and plays with the swollen knot. Harry’s hands are shaking as he pinch and fondle both of the omegas’ arses, not yet brave enough to dip his thick, rough fingers inside and taste their dripping wetness.
“Get up and ride me, Dragon,” Harry pants, his glasses askew and fogged but Draco can still see the heated gaze in his lush green eyes. Draco’s body acts on its own, as if controlled by an unknown force, as he climbs up Harry’s lap and hovers right above his magnificent, twitching alpha cock, and he lets himself sink down on it.
Draco’s thoughts come into a blur as he rides Harry’s cock; he doesn’t want to remember the desperate noises that he makes as he whines and sobs and begs for more and more, for Harry to thrust into him deeper and harder, for Harry to stop and slow down and be gentle, for everything all at once. Harry reaches so unbelievably deep inside of him, and Draco unconsciously rubs his lower stomach as he takes a brief seat, catching his breath; he could feel how full he is by the alpha’s cock, and if he angles his thrust just right he might actually feel the tip of Harry’s cock bump against his palm.
Everything feels so good, so incredible, so perfect. Harry isn’t all that gentle with him, and he’s rather keen on leaving marks on Draco’s skin whether it’s from his strong grip or sly lips, yet Draco finds that he doesn't mind it at all. The words and moans and noises that come out of Harry’s mouth are almost bewitching; Draco can’t tell if he’s using magic or his alpha pheromones on him, but he feels compelled to please the alpha as best as he could.
Harry also keeps on kissing and touching him while he moves his hips to meet Draco’s thrusts, yet he doesn’t allow Draco to take in his swollen knot. Harry is far different from the alphas who only wish for him to service them and doesn’t care for the omega. Draco feels another wave of climax washes over him and he cries out Harry’s name, painting Harry’s abdomen with his clear cum and clenching down on his throbbing cock.
“Stop pouting like that, lovely. Come up here,” Draco hears Harry mutters, though his thick cock is still nestled deep inside Draco, focusing on bringing him more pleasure than he can bear.
Draco slowly opens his eyes, his gaze lands on Harry pulling Tom towards him with a smile– no, a smirk on his face. Tom doesn’t hesitate to climb over Harry’s wide, firm chest and lower himself to his knees above Harry’s face. Draco swallows at the sight of Harry’s tongue flicking at Tom’s cunt as Tom buckles and eagerly lowers himself down further, letting Harry lap at his wet, glistening lips and lick Draco’s cum trickling down his entrance like a starved beast. Tom’s whole body is twitching and shuddering, and he begins to thrust against Harry’s teasing tongue as he lets out the most sinful moans Draco has ever heard from him.
The sight of those two makes Draco mewl. It’s far too delicious, far too erotic that it makes his head spin. He also wishes to bend down and join Harry in pleasuring Tom’s pussy so they could bring out more and more of that sweet, alluring sounds from Tom’s lips. Yet he’s reluctant to let go of the feeling of being filled and getting fucked by Harry’s thick cock. Still, he wonders what Tom must’ve felt by now; to have his cunt licked and sucked by that thick, hard tongue as Harry drinks Tom’s cum dripping down his pussy—
Draco cries in frustration as his walls flutter around Harry. He continues to move his hips and slowly build up the rhythm he had before, grey eyes still lingered on Harry’s mouth and Tom’s cunt. The bed creaks and thumps with the force of his thrusts, but he finds himself not caring even if the whole street could hear them.
The three of them finish at the same time, and Harry promptly pulls both Draco and Tom into a shared kiss, sloppy and wet and warm, but it’s by far the most arousing thing Draco has ever felt before. He can taste Harry’s saliva mixed with his own cum and Tom’s juice, and it leaves him feeling lightheaded and craving for more.
The next flashes of time is a haze. He remembers being flipped around and Harry fucking him into the mattress, his thick cock jackhammering into his pussy while Tom is busy sucking his cock and playing with his chest, pinching and flicking his reddened nipples just the way he likes it. And then Harry flips them again, fully intent on fucking Tom to the point of tears and wipe that feigned innocent look off of his face, which works wonderfully as Tom is already so painfully sensitive and on edge after Draco has stuffed three fingers into his tight, wet pussy. Draco remembers vaguely how Harry decides to finger the two of them as the two omegas lay down beside each other on the bed, kissing each other and letting their hands roam on each other’s bodies until Tom suddenly bit down on Draco’s lower lip and cums, splashing himself all over Harry’s toned arm and all over the sheets—
Draco wishes that he tried sharing an alpha with Tom way sooner, because this is the most mind-numbing pleasure he’s ever felt all his life. He can tell that Tom also shared the same sentiment as him. Tom has always been less verbal than him, but it’s clear how much the dark-haired boy is enjoying every touch, every kiss, and every thrust delivered onto his heated body. He has always considered Tom a gorgeous, handsome being, and he’s even more beautiful moaning while he’s being split open by a thick cock like this.
Tom surely is losing grip on his extraordinary composure. Draco has never seen him looking so debauched and losing himself to sex, how pretty he looks being fucked to near mania by an alpha nearly twice his size, how good he looks having his hips bruised by Harry’s strong grip as Harry stretches Tom’s pussy to accommodate his girth, how amazing he sounds as he lets out the most beautiful, desperate whines as he’s brought to climax over and over— yet Harry doesn’t stop his relentless fucking for even a second.
To know that Tom rarely ever lets anyone see him in such an undignified position, to have himself trapped beneath someone while he’s being penetrated is a privilege he wouldn’t want to share with anyone, not even Harry.
While Draco is what patrons would dub a ‘pretty little thing’, Tom is a ‘ravishing minx’. He’s beautiful as he is cunning, and Draco fancies himself a smart, crafty troublemaker such as Tom Riddle. Nobody would question Tom when he claims he’s far older than he is, and he always manages to sneak himself into The White Wyvern and gets himself completely inebriated on particularly long nights.
Merlin… Intoxicated Tom is a handful, but Draco recognizes the power of his allure; the bitter smell of firewhiskey harmonises so beautifully with Tom’s unusually light, soft scent. He should remember to ask Tom if he would like to get fucked while he’s drunk next time. Maybe they could send an owl and rope in Harry for another round if they ever find out where he lives.
The night goes on and on, the pleasure shared between them seemingly endless as Harry takes full control of their bodies. Draco can’t even tell up from down as he’s filled over and over, flipped around countless times and carried off of the bed only to be bent down on a surface to take Harry’s cock again and again. Tom’s tongue and lips and body also rarely ever leaves him, bringing him closer to madness as orgasms after orgasms were squeezed out of him, leaving him trembling and blissed out.
A resounding knock echoed through the room, seizing all of their attention away from each other and towards the entrance, where Gregory is peeking through the door’s opening. “Your time is up, sir. Please head to the front desk now, or I’ll have to escort you out.”
Harry pushes himself up, still panting and drenched in sweat, yet his eyes are as clear as morning dew as he exchanges a glance between Draco and Tom. Draco blinks, unable to bring himself to make a playful quip or tease Harry like he does with other patrons; he instead feels an overwhelming bashfulness, tongue-tied and unable to meet Harry’s gaze.
“We'll both be seeing you here next Sunday, Daddy~” Tom purrs, his dark eyes fixed on Harry’s face. Draco gapes at the choice of nickname, surprised to see that sex would loosen up Tom’s tongue to this extent.
Harry’s Adam's apple bobbed as he stared deeply into Tom’s eyes; Draco feels like an outsider intruding in a conversation he’s not a part of, and it makes jealousy rise in his heart. But then Harry and Tom turn around to look at him, and he feels his heart flutter and ears warm up.
“How does tomorrow sound? After that, I’m much more eager to see what else you’ve both got in store for me.”
Draco’s eyes widen, and he feels his face flush at the thought of spending another day with Harry and Tom both. He’s not even sure if Harry can afford another few hours with them tomorrow with how much he just spent tonight. Nevertheless, Draco is eager to go through it all over again, even if it means draining Harry’s vault and pulling him deeper into his vices.
“We’ll both be eagerly waiting for you, Daddy.”