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Harry Potter › Threesomes/Moresomes
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Adult ++
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21
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Wretched, Snape summoned all his strength to will his eyes shut.
“Dora! Remus laughed from his spot on the floor. “You really do manage the most amusing mishaps. He stood up looking around for his wayward clothing. Sirius was busy trying to remove Snape’s cheek from his own now naked leg. A convulsion on Snape’s part handled his dilemma for him. Snape’s head jerked, ramming into Black’s stomach, knocking him flat, and making a much nicer cushion for the suffering man’s head.
“Fuck, Tonks, this is just WRONG!” Sirisu complained. Snape’s issues managed to pitch a giggling, red-faced Tonks to one side as well. The spasms began to rock his body, sending Tonks into dead-seriousness with concern.
“Snape?” She called out, worry clouding her voice. She clambered over his side in order to press her self against his body and try to look in his eyes. As flesh met flesh, the convulsions eased just a tiny amount. Remus stopped his search to stare down at the trio on the bed. Tonks wormed her arms around the spy, holding him closer. She earned an oddly grateful sounding hiss through grinding teeth. Remus quickly picked up on the easing of Snape’s discomfort and jumped onto the bed behind him to press his bare skin against Snape’s back, once more earning the slightest abatement in Severus’ muscles cramping. Lupin worked his arms under and around the man between him and Tonks, and reached for her, pulling all three bodies tightly together. His actions and strength seemed to still seizure-like activity ever further. Sirius continued to stroke Snape’s face softly, his face clouded with a strange expression of sorrow, remorse and longing. He began to croon softly, his voice low and soothing,
“You are safe here. No one will hurt you. You are safe.” Sirius repeated his words like a mantra. His eye began to twitch. Snape’s eyes fluttered open. Tonks inched her way a little lower inside of Remus’ near-crushing embrace. She raised her small, soft hand to the dour man’s jaw, caressing the clenched joint as she began to whisper along with Sirius.
“Severus, you are safe here. Relax,” her voice was soft and comforting and she smiled up at Snape reassuringly as she felt just another tiny smidge of the tension ease from his body. Sirius propped himself up on his elbows to observe more closely. Remus scooted up to rest his head on his old friend’s stomach behind Snape’s. Black ceased his mantra to listen to Tonks as she coaxed more from their friend. “Easy now. Easy. Come on, big boy, relax.” She moved on to planting small kisses underneath his jaw, all along the line.
Sirius dropped flat on the mattress, groaning. “Tonks …”
She eyed him over Severus’ head, “What?”
“I think you need to give us back our clothes.”
“Why?”she asked in near-innocent confusion.
“You are alone, naked, on a bed with a man who hasn’t seen a live naked woman in decades …”
Tonks flushed prettily. “Well, I suggest you rein yourself in. I’m not going anywhere until Snape is back to semi-normal.” She wiggled against him to scoot to eye level. She quashed Sirius’ rising issue with her head.
“Damn, Tonks!” he swore, his fingers weaving into Snape’s hair. Remus peeked over Snape’s shoulder to be treated to a glimpse of a lovely pink-tipped breast and the pink-haired woman staring deeply into Snape’s eyes.
“Dora, … I, uh, I,” Remus stuttered, cutting himself off entirely when the smaller woman pressed her lips to Snape’s thin lips in a soft kiss. “Damn, Dora, Sirius isn’t the only one who is going to need to rein himself in here.”
“Men. Can’t you get your minds off of sex for a few minutes?” whined the Auror.
“Hard to do when you haven’t actually been able to engage the opposite sex for, ah,” Tonks pressed her head against her cousin, hard, painfully interrupting his rant. “YEARS!” he yelped. “Fucking years, Tonks.”
“Well, maybe we can take care of your problem later. First, take care of this.” Two men groaned, eyes falling shut at the husky promise in her voice. A third man involuntarily rose to the occasion as his body began to twitch, the rigid muscles finally loosening.
“Oh my,” whispered Tonks, “I think it’s working boys.”
“What?” Remus moaned.
“I think Snape’s coming ‘round,” Tonks struggled to hide the nervous, anticipatory giggle in her voice. “Rub his back, Remus,” she bossed.
‘I’ll rub his front,” she thought delightedly as she peered into his now glittering black eyes. With one hand, she began to caress his pale, scarred chest, rubbing soothing circles with her thumb, each concentric circle easing torturously lower. She smiled when she reached the thin patch of hair below his navel. His twitching eased even more. Tonks pressed her bare breasts to his, and captured his lips in a soft, coaxing kiss. Her hair spread out over Sirius’ cock, and her pink locks oozed deep purple from the roots to the tips, a clear barometer of her difficult to hide passion-rising.
Remus nuzzled under Snape's lank hair to rub his stubbly chin into the other man's neck. A low growl rose from deep in his chest; a growl expressing his growing pleasure as well.
Tonks' hand reach her final destination; fingers brushing over the emergent head of Snape's cock with infinite gentleness. The pained expression on his face relaxed, and he hissed his pleasure with his eyes screwed shut.
A/N: More?
Wretched, Snape summoned all his strength to will his eyes shut.
“Dora! Remus laughed from his spot on the floor. “You really do manage the most amusing mishaps. He stood up looking around for his wayward clothing. Sirius was busy trying to remove Snape’s cheek from his own now naked leg. A convulsion on Snape’s part handled his dilemma for him. Snape’s head jerked, ramming into Black’s stomach, knocking him flat, and making a much nicer cushion for the suffering man’s head.
“Fuck, Tonks, this is just WRONG!” Sirisu complained. Snape’s issues managed to pitch a giggling, red-faced Tonks to one side as well. The spasms began to rock his body, sending Tonks into dead-seriousness with concern.
“Snape?” She called out, worry clouding her voice. She clambered over his side in order to press her self against his body and try to look in his eyes. As flesh met flesh, the convulsions eased just a tiny amount. Remus stopped his search to stare down at the trio on the bed. Tonks wormed her arms around the spy, holding him closer. She earned an oddly grateful sounding hiss through grinding teeth. Remus quickly picked up on the easing of Snape’s discomfort and jumped onto the bed behind him to press his bare skin against Snape’s back, once more earning the slightest abatement in Severus’ muscles cramping. Lupin worked his arms under and around the man between him and Tonks, and reached for her, pulling all three bodies tightly together. His actions and strength seemed to still seizure-like activity ever further. Sirius continued to stroke Snape’s face softly, his face clouded with a strange expression of sorrow, remorse and longing. He began to croon softly, his voice low and soothing,
“You are safe here. No one will hurt you. You are safe.” Sirius repeated his words like a mantra. His eye began to twitch. Snape’s eyes fluttered open. Tonks inched her way a little lower inside of Remus’ near-crushing embrace. She raised her small, soft hand to the dour man’s jaw, caressing the clenched joint as she began to whisper along with Sirius.
“Severus, you are safe here. Relax,” her voice was soft and comforting and she smiled up at Snape reassuringly as she felt just another tiny smidge of the tension ease from his body. Sirius propped himself up on his elbows to observe more closely. Remus scooted up to rest his head on his old friend’s stomach behind Snape’s. Black ceased his mantra to listen to Tonks as she coaxed more from their friend. “Easy now. Easy. Come on, big boy, relax.” She moved on to planting small kisses underneath his jaw, all along the line.
Sirius dropped flat on the mattress, groaning. “Tonks …”
She eyed him over Severus’ head, “What?”
“I think you need to give us back our clothes.”
“Why?”she asked in near-innocent confusion.
“You are alone, naked, on a bed with a man who hasn’t seen a live naked woman in decades …”
Tonks flushed prettily. “Well, I suggest you rein yourself in. I’m not going anywhere until Snape is back to semi-normal.” She wiggled against him to scoot to eye level. She quashed Sirius’ rising issue with her head.
“Damn, Tonks!” he swore, his fingers weaving into Snape’s hair. Remus peeked over Snape’s shoulder to be treated to a glimpse of a lovely pink-tipped breast and the pink-haired woman staring deeply into Snape’s eyes.
“Dora, … I, uh, I,” Remus stuttered, cutting himself off entirely when the smaller woman pressed her lips to Snape’s thin lips in a soft kiss. “Damn, Dora, Sirius isn’t the only one who is going to need to rein himself in here.”
“Men. Can’t you get your minds off of sex for a few minutes?” whined the Auror.
“Hard to do when you haven’t actually been able to engage the opposite sex for, ah,” Tonks pressed her head against her cousin, hard, painfully interrupting his rant. “YEARS!” he yelped. “Fucking years, Tonks.”
“Well, maybe we can take care of your problem later. First, take care of this.” Two men groaned, eyes falling shut at the husky promise in her voice. A third man involuntarily rose to the occasion as his body began to twitch, the rigid muscles finally loosening.
“Oh my,” whispered Tonks, “I think it’s working boys.”
“What?” Remus moaned.
“I think Snape’s coming ‘round,” Tonks struggled to hide the nervous, anticipatory giggle in her voice. “Rub his back, Remus,” she bossed.
‘I’ll rub his front,” she thought delightedly as she peered into his now glittering black eyes. With one hand, she began to caress his pale, scarred chest, rubbing soothing circles with her thumb, each concentric circle easing torturously lower. She smiled when she reached the thin patch of hair below his navel. His twitching eased even more. Tonks pressed her bare breasts to his, and captured his lips in a soft, coaxing kiss. Her hair spread out over Sirius’ cock, and her pink locks oozed deep purple from the roots to the tips, a clear barometer of her difficult to hide passion-rising.
Remus nuzzled under Snape's lank hair to rub his stubbly chin into the other man's neck. A low growl rose from deep in his chest; a growl expressing his growing pleasure as well.
Tonks' hand reach her final destination; fingers brushing over the emergent head of Snape's cock with infinite gentleness. The pained expression on his face relaxed, and he hissed his pleasure with his eyes screwed shut.
A/N: More?