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Hermione had too much firewhiskey. She felt a warmth spreading through her abdomen that was threatening to consume her very being. She wanted everyone to leave, so she and Draco could be alone.
Draco, who is currently making jokes with Blaise and Theo, off in the living room of their shared apartment. Hermione was levitating the freshly cleaned (thank you Astoria) dishes into their proper cabinets as she watched the three men.
She didn't miss the way Theo's eyes stole glances at Draco, when he thought no one was looking. They were intent, shifting from his hands to his throat, often ending at his lips. She smirked to herself.
Draco hadn't been shy about his history - which included a few nights with Theo and Pansy, or just one or the other. He said those days were behind them all, but it wasn't. Not when Hermione caught Draco staring at Theo as the evening was coming to a close. An unmentionable tension seemed to fill the air, as Baise, Astoria, and Daphne said their goodbyes, leaving the three of them. Alone.
"One more round?" Theo asks, already pouring a finger's worth of firewhiskey into three glasses. Hermione positioned herself on the chair across from the couch, eager to see how close Theo would sit. Wordlessly, Hermione and Draco exchanged glances. She nodded. He grinned. Theo held two glasses in his hand, and one levitating in front of him, which he directed to Hermione. He handed Draco his glass, and Draco let his fingers linger on Theo's for a few extra moments. Enough that Theo noticed. He sat close to Draco, but not as close as Hermione wanted.
"What's your play here, Nott? Getting us drunk out of our minds?" Draco asks, a teasing tone. Hermione takes a sip.
"And what would you say if I was?" he replies, before placing his glass on the coffee table and using that movement as an opening to slide closer to Draco.
"I'd say that's fine, but I'd want to know the reason why." Hermione chimes in, and she settles back into her chair.
Theo's eyes darken.
"I think you know why." he replies, staring her down.
Draco takes this opportunity to drape an arm across the back of the couch, his fingertips just brushing Theo's shoulder. He shivers.
"Maybe I want to hear you say it." Hermione says, the additional drink making her bold, and, undeniably horny. She continues, "Draco's already told me about you two in the past."
Theo blushes. Draco's arm has dropped lower, and now he's casually pulled Theo into him. It doesn’t escape Hermione how easily Theo leans in.
"We've talked about making the past the present." Draco adds, and Theo lets out a gasp, his hand moving to rest on Draco's thigh.
Hermione can see that they're both starting to breathe heavier, either from reliving previous experiences, or in anticipation to what they've danced around tonight.
She takes another sip of her firewhiskey, eyes locked on them.
She and Draco have talked about a scenario like this multiple times. If they were both open to it, they wanted Theo. Hermione couldn’t put her finger on it, but she knew instinctively that was the right choice.
"I'd like to see it for myself," she says, "I want to know what it's like."
Theo's hand squeezes Draco's thigh again. He closes his eyes for a moment, and lets out a breath.
"Are there any rules?" he asks, eyes meeting Hermione’s.
"No." she says in a whisper.
He leans forward, downing the rest of his firewhiskey. "Well, what are we waiting for?"
"For you to say yes," Draco replies, shifting, so that he's facing Theo, "and for her to tell us what she wants."
Hermione's pulse increases. She sees Theo’s hand squeeze Draco’s thigh, and she shifts in her chair, already aroused.
Theo looks at Draco, then turns his attention to Hermione.
"Yes."
Draco can't take his eyes off Theo, and Theo's are boring into Hermione's. She finishes her firewhiskey before speaking.
"I want to see you two together," she says, and Draco's eyes turn to meet hers, "and I want to see you two with me."
Draco shoots her a small smile, before focusing back on Theo, lifting his hand under his chin, to turn him towards Draco. Theo's chest is rising and falling in rapid succession. A moment passes, as they stare at each other, before Draco leans in, his hand now on the back of Theo's neck, guiding them to each other.
Their lips meet, ever so softly. Theo deepens the kiss, almost immediately, his hand now moving up and down on Draco's thigh, as he tries to scoot even closer.
Hermione sinks lower in her seat, and spreads her legs. Ever since she and Draco had discussed this, she couldn't get the thought out of her mind. She slowly trails her hand up and down the inner part of her thigh, watching them, as she raises her skirt.
Theo pulls away, his lips immediately going to Draco's neck, as Draco rests his head against the wall. He's breathing deeply, eyes drooping, as Theo licks the spot right under his ear, which earns a small groan. Theo's hand skates along the bulge in Draco's trousers, as he brings their lips back together.
Draco's hand tugs on Theo's hair, and his hips shift up, grinding against where Theo's hand rests.
"Suck his cock, Theo." Hermione says, breathless, from the chair. Her hand is rubbing circles over her underwear, and she's glued to the sight of them. Theo grins against Draco's lips, before pulling away and getting on his knees.
Draco lifts his hips up, as Theo unbuttons him and takes off his trousers, leaving the boxers on. Draco's eyes meet Hermione’s, and they're blown wide. She nods, biting her lip, eager to watch Draco come undone.
Draco brings his eyes down, to meet Theo's. They share something in that glance, and then Theo tugs his boxers off, letting a small gasp escape as Draco's cock, hard and dripping with precum, springs free. Draco moves towards the edge of the couch, shifting to the side, just a bit, so Hermione can have a better view.
Theo licks his lips, and keeps eye contact with Draco as he grabs his cock at the base, and runs his tongue along the shaft. Draco's eyes shut, and his head falls back again, as he takes a sharp inhale. Theo works his hand up and down, slowly pumping him, and as his hand reaches the tip, he swipes his thumb to gather up Draco’s precum before dragging it down his length.
Draco lets out a soft moan, and his hips twitch slightly. Both Hermione and Theo know that this means Draco is becoming impatient. Suddenly, Theo takes Draco into his mouth, going as deep as he is able to. Slowly, he pulls him out, and as his head begins to bob, Draco lets out a curse, letting his hand become tangled in Theo's hair. Theo pulls back, a band of spit connecting his mouth to Draco's cock, and takes a deep breath.
"He tastes better than I remember." Theo says, before taking him again, this time, using his mouth and his hand, as he pumps Draco and chokes on his length.
Hermione's pulse is racing, and a fire is raging throughout her. She's pushed her underwear to the side, and has inserted two fingers inside herself, letting them curl once they're all the way in. Her breathing picks up, as her eyes are locked on Theo's mouth on Draco's cock. It's hotter than she could have ever imagined, watching him getting sucked off. The way he scrunches his eyes tight when he's being taken just right, the rise and fall of his chest, the veins in his hands and arms as they grip hair.
"He's not allowed to come yet." Hermione breathes out, causing Theo to stop. He turns to look at her, his eyes dark as they focus on her fingers disappearing inside her.
"Are you?" he asks, licking his lips.
Before Hermione can speak, Draco answers for her, his voice a low timber. "You do the honors first." he says, nudging Theo forward, as he stands. "Go on," Draco purrs, as he walks over to Hermione, positioning himself so his waist is almost eye level with her, "tell me how good her cunt tastes."
Theo adjusts himself before walking across the room to kneel again. His lips are glistening with spit, pupils blown wide, and chest heaving. With one hand on each of her knees, Theo gently spreads her wider, before putting each knee over the armrests of the chair, causing Hermione to gasp, and inch forward off the seat a little. Theo looks to Draco, and then Hermione. She nods, and with a grin as a warning, Theo places his mouth against her, tongue finding its home between her folds.
She gasps, and arches her back, as he begins to devour her. His hot, wet mouth is exploring her entrance, before he moves up, circling her clit. Her hips buck forward each time he swipes. She slams her eyes shut, focusing on the way Theo’s tongue moves in darting motions, the way she can hear Draco panting next to her.
“Fuck.” Draco mumbles, and she turns her head, opening her eyes to look over at him. He’s pumping himself, as he watches Theo’s mouth on her. Theo takes this opportunity to suck on her clit, earning a moan from Hermione. He pulls his mouth back, and she immediately misses the feel of him on her. His index finger circles her clit, before sliding over her entrance. He licks his lips, and looks at Draco.
“She tastes amazing.” he breathes out, before his gaze turns back to Hermione’s sex. His finger slowly enters her, and she lets out a whine.
“Please.” she pants, trying to spread her legs wider for him. Theo doesn’t pay any attention to her, and takes his time, his finger painstakingly going deeper, and deeper. Without warning, he draws his finger out and slams it back in, beginning a quick pace that causes Hermione to beg.
“More, more - please.” she says, thrusting her hips forward to encourage Theo.
He shoots her a grin, before she feels Draco’s hand on her chin, guiding her face to him. His cock is covered in Theo’s spit, and his eyes are locked on hers. He moves forward, just the smallest bit, and Hermione nods, tilting her body the slightest, to take Draco into her mouth.
He reaches the back of her throat almost immediately, and he has a sharp intake of breath, and she can feel one of his hands getting tangled in her hair. His grip tightens, and he holds her there, as his hips begin to fuck her mouth. She can’t think straight, an orgasm is building from Theo’s finger, and oh, he’s entered another.
Hermione moans against Draco’s dick at the additional digit.
“Theo, do that again.” Draco pants, “She liked that.”
As asked, Theo pulls out the second finger before slamming it back in, establishing a punishing rhythm. She chokes on Draco’s cock, as he releases her head, allowing her to breathe. She’s close, the fire that started is turning into a blaze, and all she can do is stare at Draco, and grind her hips deeper against Theo’s face.
Theo’s fingers and mouth don’t relent, and it’s crashing over her all at once - she thrashes, hips bucking, and a moan escapes her lips. Theo guides her through it, his fingers slowly leaving her as her orgasm subsides. Her chest is heaving, and she leans back into the chair, eyes closed.
“Beautiful.” Draco mumbles, as he gently reaches down and takes Hermione’s hand in his. He tugs, signalling for her to sit up. Theo stands, eyeing Draco and Hermione, wondering what’s next. Draco drops her hand as she begins to stand, and she pauses, watching the way he leans towards Theo, and the way Theo tentatively leans in, offering Draco a small kiss. Draco’s hand grips Theo’s hip, as he pulls him closer, deepening the kiss. “I can taste her on you.” he says, in something that sounds like a growl. Theo whimpers.
Hermione stands, on shaky legs, as Draco releases Theo and begins walking to their bedroom. As they follow Draco, Hermione reaches out and squeezes Theo’s hand. He gives her a small smile.
Their room is simple, a queen-sized bed in the middle of the room, with nightstands on either side. A dresser sits opposite of the bed, with a mirror on top. Her heart rate picks up as they near the bed, and she eyes the mirror. Draco is standing on one side, Theo near the middle of the bed, slightly off to the side. Suddenly, Hermione doesn’t know what to do. Both men are breathing heavy, eyes watching her like a hawk.
“I want you on all fours, sweetheart. On the bed.” Draco says, noticing her pause. “I want Theo to see me fucking you while you suck him off.”
He lightly pats the space in front of him, offering her a wicked grin. She bites her lip and nods, walking forward, before crawling onto the bed and facing Theo. She can feel Draco’s hand as it goes down her back, and the way he tugs at the zipper on her skirt, sliding it down her legs, and lifting each knee to get it off her.
“Undress him.” Draco commands, as his fingers find her hips again, and they slip under the band of her panties to tug them down. Once they’re down, Hermione sits up, on her heels, and pulls Theo closer by his belt loops.
He lets out a breath, and she can see his length pressing against his trousers. She quickly undoes his belt, before moving onto his button and zipper. She pulls his trousers down, and palms him through his underwear, earning a moan that seemed to start at the back of his throat. She palms him once more before she lets his boxers fall to the ground.
Hermione’s mouth went dry, staring at it. She was overcome with need, wanting to have his cock as far down her throat as she could get it. Theo’s cock was long and thick - not as thick as Draco’s. Gingerly, she grabbed him, and placed her lips around his head, briefly, before pulling back with a popping sound.
“Fuck.” Theo exhaled, as he moves forward, his legs hitting the bed.
“Look to your left, Theo,” Draco said, as he tugged on Hermione’s ankle. She leaned forward, placing her hands on the bed, spreading her legs wide. She couldn’t hide the grin on her face as she watched Theo turn, and his mouth opened, taking in their reflection in the mirror.
Eyes fixated on them, Theo took his time removing his shirt, and staring at the way Hermione’s back curved, the way her hips swayed as she waited for Draco to take her. He saw Draco, watching him through the reflection, their eyes meeting as he plunged into Hermione. She gasped, throwing her head back, as he inched himself in, burying to the hilt. His hands gripped her waist so tightly Theo knew they’d leave marks. He hoped he’d get to see them.
Bringing his attention back to Hermione, Theo stretched out a hand, fisting it into her curls. She leaned forward, her mouth dropping open for him. Her tongue fell over her bottom lip, ready for him. He didn’t have it in him to be gentle.
He shoved his cock down her throat, past her gag reflex, and let out a groan when he felt the muscles of her throat contract against him. She moaned, the vibrations surrounding his cock, and he could hear the sound of Draco pounding into her.
“Isn’t she perfect?” Draco breathed out, as he began to fuck her faster.
“Yes.” Theo answered, as he pulled out, allowing Hermione to breathe. Spit was dripping down her chin, and with a snap of his fingers, her shirt and bra were gone, and he could see her breasts, as they rose and fell with each labored breath. Her eyes were glassy, and as Draco hit a spot deep within her, she arched, putting herself on display.
As her attention shifted back to Theo, she opened her mouth again, greedily. He held the shaft of his cock as he rubbed her lips, and then shallowly fucked her mouth.
“I want to come down your throat.” he said, and slid himself deeper into her mouth, but held himself there. She nodded, and began to take him in earnest, flicking her tongue around his head as she bobbed on him.
He risked another glance in the mirror, where he saw Draco watching them, his eyes focused on where Theo and Hermione were joined. He bit his lip, before turning his gaze back to Hermione’s rear, as he picked up the pace, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting, hard, back in.
“Draco,” Theo panted, as his fucking of Hermione pushed her further onto his dick, “When you thrust like that, she takes me deeper.”
“Like this?” he asks, doing it again.
Hermione’s throat contracted against Theo’s cock, and Theo moaned, throwing his head back. “Fuck, yes. Again.”
Draco did as he was told, slamming into Hermione harder, faster, like he was determined to make them both cum. Theo stole another glance in the mirror, and almost came instantly. They’re all covered in sweat, gleaming in the low light, and the sound of panting and skin slapping together fills the room, and Theo can’t get enough. He needs to hear them come undone, he needs to be part of the reason that it’s happening.
Draco lets up, slightly, Theo can tell by the way Hermione is able to take him slower, and use her tongue to explore him. She pulls away to catch her breath, and uses her hand to stroke him. Her grip tightens as Draco begins again, and Theo can see the way his muscles strain, as he’s fighting off his own release.
Suddenly, Hermione takes him back in, as far as she can manage. She sucks, laps, kisses, until Theo can’t see straight, and the grip he has in her hair falters. He can feel her smile against his cock, as she takes him out of her mouth.
“You can cum, Theo.” she murmurs, as her back arches deliciously with a deep thrust from Draco. “You get to cum now.”
His cock twitches as she takes him again, her mouth warm and inviting, and when she sucks, he feels his breath leave him. Her hand cups his balls, squeezing them slightly, and he can feel her moan through her throat, the vibrations ricocheting against him.
“Fuck.” he breathes out, and goes still, as he spills down Hermione’s throat. She rides it out with him, sucking up every last drop, before taking him out of her mouth.
“That’s a good boy,” she says, looking up at him, as she shifts her hips to meet Draco’s, “do you think Draco’s a good boy?”
Theo licks his lips, and kneels, so that he is face level with her. “He is.” he says so softly, as he reaches a hand out to pinch Hermione’s nipple.
She lets out a shout, leaning into his touch, and he can feel her breath against his face, as her eyes have closed.
“Cum for her, Draco.” Theo encourages, moving to pinch her other nipple.
“She loves that,” Draco says, in between thrusts, “she grips me tighter when you do that.”
Theo does it again, before tilting Hermione’s face and kissing her deeply. He can taste himself on her tongue, and he’s come to the realization that he wouldn’t mind doing this for the rest of his life. She lets out a moan against his lips, and he can tell from the sounds that Draco is thrusting faster, chasing the release he’s been craving.
“Will you cum on his cock for me?” Theo asks, breaking their kiss. He looks into Hermione’s eyes, and she nods.
“Cum for us,” Theo continues, in a low tone, going back to pinching her nipple, “be our good girl.”
With a gasp, Hermione goes still, and a shudder racks through her body, as Draco lets out a hiss.
“That’s it,” he says, and slams his hips against hers, before stilling, holding her against him. “Fuck.” he mutters, his grip punishing on her hips.
After a few moments, Draco lets her go, and pulls himself out. Hermione instantly lies on the bed, turning over to rest on her back, eyes closed, breathing deep and slow. Theo shifts, and sits on the ground, back against the bed, breath calming down. He hears movement, and assumes that Draco has laid down next to her.
They are silent for a few minutes, before anyone speaks. Theo let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding when Hermione says “Same time next week?”