The Irish

Chapter 15: the Pants Come Off

Upon feeling the shivers of existence, Draco felt compelled to kiss and touch the two boys before him, to wrap them in his arms, hold them close and make them his. These urges echoed through his head and out to Lucius and Harry, reverberating through their skulls until the origin of the thought became a mystery.

“ Mo annsachds, mise easbhuidh agaibh! Dlùthaich dlùithe. Làimhsich agam.” Lucius had lapsed into his native Gaelic, but the other two knew what he wanted. It all was there in his mind, the naked desire, the stark need.

They all came together in the middle of the bed, a sweaty, needy tangle of limbs, everyone trying to get as close as possible, to touch as much skin as possible. They hungered for each other, and it was not just the hunger for orgasm, it was the primal hunger of rubbing your nakedness against someone else, the hunger for being held tight and close and knowing that they will never let you go.

Lucius was bowed down onto the bed by the weight of his loved ones, slowly forcing him to lie on his back, with their bodies hanging over him, one on each side, Draco on his right, Harry on his left. Their hands ripped at his pants, clawing at the fastenings of the leather until they were able to drag them off of his hips and throw them to the floor. The sight of him florid and exposed made them pause, not in trepidation, but in awe.

Lucius’s cock stood straight into the air, a pale creamy pink, with pulsing red veins tracing through it, as if it were marble. Not only was he long, about 8 or 9 inches, but he was wide, as thick as Draco’s wrist. Then it dawned on them, that this was supposed to go inside of them, in a place that it was not designed to go. Draco and Harry shared a glance and a wicked grin before going back to admiring the view that they had.

All this time, Lucius was appreciating the attention, but it was damn cold in the tower room, and he wanted to get warm. He attempted to pull Harry down to him, but was shocked when his love pulled away. “Nu uh, you don’t get to touch. You put us through hell to get to this point. You get to lie back and take the consequences.” And with that, Harry surprised both his soon-to-be-lovers. Neither of them had thought him one for playing dominance and submission. With a quick twist of his will, Lucius’s hands were bound to the headboard of the bed, a useful bit of wandless magic.

Again Draco and Harry shared a glance. “After you,” Draco offered, allowing Harry to be the first of either of them to touch the now helpless Irishman. He smiled and nodded in return, thanking the blond for the sacrifice he was making. Harry stood and slowly moved his hair out of his jade green eyes, watching the faces of the two beautiful men in front of him. His hands slowly trailed down his neck, drawing their eyes along. His right hand came up to his chest and drew a line down the definition of his pectoral muscles, then side tracked to his nipple. He rolled it across the pad of his thumb gently, and twirled it a bit. His finger tip moved to feather the aureola in circles before moving back to tug on the hardened, erect nipple.

Harry’s head fell back, his mouth open the slightest bit. He concentrated on his breathing, not wanting to embarrass himself by ejaculating before even getting out of his clothes. He knew he was driving his loves wild, knew that they wanted to be the ones touching him like that. He smiled into their panting, lustful faces before slowly trailing the selfsame hand down his stomach, tracing the centre line of his abs. His fingertip swirled around his navel before dragging a path along his razor-edged hipbones. Finally his fingers came to the waistband of his pants, which were pulled tight across his erection. . . uncomfortably tight.

His fingers toyed with the top button a bit, prolonging the inevitable, before Harry finally gave in and began removing his pants from last night. He pulled them down to his ankles, bending at the waist so as to conceal himself, before kicking them off and standing erect, in more than one way. He was not as large as Lucius, but he was well endowed. He was long and lean, like the rest of his body. A small treasure-trial traced it’s way down from his bellybutton to merge with the dark thatch that concealed the full extent of his manhood.

Harry was erect, partially from playing with his nipple, partly from playing with the expectation of his audience, and mostly from his own excitement. He was narrower through the shoulder than Lucius, and his waist seemed like it never ended, blending seamlessly from chest into hips. The slight indentation of his bellybutton seemed to hypnotise them as he nearly sashayed back to the bed.

He pushed Draco onto his back, placing his hands on the bed just above the other boy’s shoulders. His mouth descended to his cheek, his breath whispering across the creamy skin. His lips trailed down to his jaw and up to his ear. Draco’s hands slide around the tanned expanse of Harry’s waist, moving around to his back, massaging the muscles there, attempting to draw him down into a tongue-tangling kiss.

The sight of the two of them together, nearly nude and pressed to each other sent joy spiralling through Lucius’s heart. He had been unaware of their peace negotiations during his sleep. His joy echoed back to the two, eliciting a smile from them, simultaneously, as they kissed. Harry drew his mouth away from the blond, who mewled in regret. He managed to collect a groan from him as his lips travelled down his neck to suck gently on the skin encasing the muscle that connected neck to shoulder, ever so delicately. His mouth moved back upwards, using lips and tongue and teeth to mark Draco. His tongue flicked out to tease his earlobe, then gently trace the shell of his ear. He whispered, “I want you naked, Draco. I want you to help me make him moan. I want to hear all the sounds he can make. I want to hear him scream our names. Will you help me?” A wickedly devilish smile played around his mouth as he looked into the Slytherin’s eyes.

“Of course. It would be my pleasure, as well as yours, and his....” he shivered and slowly sat up, Harry in his arms. It came to the point where he sat with his legs out straight and the brunette straddling his lap. He slowly and carefully extricated himself from the nest of arms and legs they had made. He stood by the side of the bed and took the waistband of his pants in his fists and pulled out and away from his body, tearing them off of his legs. It appeared that the pants had been held on with the muggle invention called velcro. His wiggled his eyebrows at their gaping mouths, happy his little surprise had worked.

Draco was of average size, but he was wider than he should have been, almost as wide as Lucius. He did not have a trail of hair on his stomach, he was vain enough to get rid of what he saw as an imperfection in himself, but exquisite beauty in others, never seeing the double standard he held. A golden fuzz did cover him though, looking as fine and soft as the hair above his waist, like corn silk, it would cling to your fingers and lips.

Before either of them could recover from his swift exposure, he jumped onto the bed again and had Harry on his back. His mouth nearly savaged the other boy’s, employing all he could to express his built-up need. He had wanted this boy for far longer than he was comfortable admitting. He kept his weight suspended over him, but pressed their groins together, sliding his erection against the corresponding body part of his partner. In unison the three moaned in pleasure, for their minds were merged. The pleasure each experienced was magnified each time it echoed through another’s head, finally coming back to him threefold. It was impossible to tell if sex would bring them into ecstasy or into madness.

Lucius whimpered at the sight of the two of them together, wishing that he was able to touch them, to be with them as they finally gave in to what they had wanted for so long. He had no other motives what-so-ever, such as having his own desires attended to... His thoughts and vague loneliness sounded in Harry and Draco, who immediately tuned to him. They grinned in unison and began to crawl towards him...


Mo annsachds, mise easbhuidh agaibh! : ‘My loves, I need you!’
Dlùthaich dlùithe : ‘Come closer’
Làimhsich agam : ‘Touch me’

I\'m sorry, but I knew you wanted and update.... Wait, no I\'m not sorry. Mmmmmwwwwwwaaaaaaahahahahahahaha! I am evil. This is pretty much my first/second attempt at a sex scene (or the beginnings of one), so tell me how I\'m doing. *hint*review*hint* Cause if I\'m not doing well, what\'s the point of going on right? (*hint*if-you-dont-review-they-will-never-get-laid*hint*):-)