Fallen Star (Sequel to Shooting Star) COMPLETE
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Hold That
Chapter Number/Total: 20/32
Chapter Title: Hold That
Words: 2489 Words
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Harry knocked on Mark's door, finally feeling a little nervous about what they were going to be doing. Mark had been wanting to draw Harry in the nude since he first started drawing him, nearly a year ago.
Mark answered the door with his usual bright smile, happy to see them. He stepped, back gesturing for them to enter. “Can I get you a beer or soda?”
Harry accepted a soda, still not all that fond of beer. "So, Mark ... we've been thinking."
Draco sat on the sofa, sipping a soft drink and debating with himself whether or not this was a good idea. He watched with amusement as Harry started to talk to Mark about his idea.
Mark raised both eyebrows. "Yes?" he said, curious.
"We'll ... pose nude for you," Harry said with a smile, his cheeks only colouring a little as he spoke.
Mark's heart sped up and his gaze immediately snapped to the blond on the couch.
Draco could hardly believe he had agreed to this, but he smiled and nodded to Mark.
"Wow," Mark said. He knew that David and he had somehow become friends, but this was still unexpected.
Harry grinned. "I take it you like the idea," he said.
"You know I do," Mark said, smiling broadly. "Do you have any idea what a drawing of the two of you together will look like?"
"Not really, but I'm sure you do," Harry replied, laughing softly. "Did you want to do it today?"
"Yes," Mark said, scrambling to pull out his sketchpad. "And the light is perfect right now. You can take your clothes off wherever you like," Mark said, grinning. “And let's have you two on the rug again."
Harry glanced at Draco to make sure he was still okay with this.
Draco bent and removed his shoes and socks, then began unbuttoning his shirt, watching Harry as he did. Mark nearly held his breath as the blond began to undress.
Harry pulled off his shirt first. He laid it to the side as he flushed, exposing the rest of his scars to Mark for the first time.
Draco waited, the shirt unbuttoned but not opened, watching for Mark's reaction to Harry's scars before baring his own.
Mark's eyes widened and he stepped forward. For a moment he almost reached out to touch them. "I knew about the one on your forehead," he said. "How ...?" he trailed off. They had told him about fighting in some kind of war, but he was still surprised to find such lasting evidence of pain.
"Spells," Harry whispered, not mentioning that the line down the middle of his body was from a knife rather than a spell.
Draco stood then and, watching Mark as he did, removed his shirt. He still felt self-conscious baring his marked body to anyone else.
"I can see why you left," Mark whispered, actually a bit frightened when he saw the thick scar that marked Draco as well.
Harry sighed softly, undoing his jeans and pushing them off, kicking his shoes off at the same time. "Not all spells are used to harm people, though."
Mark nodded, but was suddenly distracted by the sight of Harry naked in front of him. He was so beautiful it made his heart clench.
Draco paused but then took a deep breath and removed his own black cotton trousers as well.
Harry sat back on the couch, biting his lip as he looked at Mark. "What did you want us to do on the rug?"
Mark seemed at a loss for words for a moment, the two beautiful naked men making him think less about his art and more about his own body’s reaction to them. "Um," he began, licking his lips. "Let's try having you sit holding each other."
Harry shifted off the couch and sat down on the rug, taking a deep breath as he waited for Draco to join him. He wasn't sure how he'd mention that he wanted to do more with Mark, but this was a good start.
Draco smiled softly and slid to the floor beside his lover, reaching to pull him into his arms so Harry had to straddle him. He still wasn’t sure he was ready to go beyond posing for the drawing. Yet, he did enjoy Mark’s admiring gaze.
Harry climbed into Draco’s lap with another small blush, his chest brushing against Draco's. He glanced back at Mark. "This good?"
Mark swallowed hard and nodded. It took him a minute to remember to pick up his sketchpad and pencils. He sat in a chair, marshalled his concentration and began to draw.
Draco was glad they had sucked each other off before leaving the house, because even so his cock stirred with Harry's body so close. He bent his head to kiss his lover gently.
Harry leant up into the kiss, trying not to move too much and mess up Mark's drawing. It felt exciting to be doing something like this in front of someone else. Especially someone who was just watching and not participating.
Draco's tongue slid slowly along the inside of Harry's lips, the fingers of one hand moving up into his lover's dark hair and cupping the back of his head.
"Perfect," exclaimed Mark. "Can you hold that?" He lost himself in the process of capturing the sight before him on paper, trying to focus on that rather than his attraction to the other men.
Harry opened his eyes and glanced at Mark through the corner of his eyes, his lips still slowly moving against Draco's.
Draco held his body and hands as Mark said, but his tongue continued to move, thrusting into his lover's mouth. His cock hardened, pressing between their bodies, and he could feel Harry's as well.
Harry pulled away from the kiss with a small intake of breath, turning his head and looking at Mark. "Come here."
"Just a sec," Mark said, furiously sketching, completely intent on the drawing now.
"Give him time," Draco whispered, nipping at Harry's chin. It was both amusing and a little disconcerting to watch Harry try to seduce another man.
Harry smiled, turning back to kiss Draco. "I have no patience. You know that as well as I do ..."
"Well, you wanted the drawing; you will have to sit still for a little longer," Draco advised with a small smile. "Maybe it is best to distract him with actions, not words," he added, leaning in to kiss Harry again and pulling tighter on his hair.
"Mm," Harry hummed into the kiss, leaning in to press his lips against Draco’s harder, his arms moving around Draco's neck.
"Hey, you two are moving ..." Mark trailed off, now staring at the two of them. He swallowed thickly then, pencil in hand forgotten and his arousal returning full force at the sight now.
Harry shifted in Draco's lap, ignoring Mark's words as he thrust against Draco.
Draco began to rock them, letting their cocks slide against each other as Mark watched with his mouth open.
Harry pulled back to throw his head back and moan, both for show and from pleasure he was feeling.
Draco looked up, watching the clear arousal in Mark's face and the tension in the man's body. "He's beautiful, isn't he?" the blond asked with a husky voice.
Mark nodded, unable to speak as he watched them. Were his friends really … in front of him?
Harry opened his eyes slowly and looked at Mark again. "I'm waiting," he whispered.
"Waiting?" Mark asked, confused and voice shaky.
"I asked you to come here," Harry reminded him.
"Oh," Mark said, hand trembling as he set the sketchbook and pencil aside. He looked nervously at Draco, who nodded. The sight of the two men, naked and aroused, was nearly overwhelming, and Mark’s cock twitched.
Harry turned in Draco's lap so that his back was pressed against Draco's chest as he waited for Mark to come closer.
Draco let Harry move, hissing when his lover’s arse pressed back against his swollen cock. He wound one arm around Harry's chest, fingers of one hand caressing a nipple as the other one slid down to gently stroke his lover's cock while Mark watched.
Harry moaned softly, thrusting gently up into Draco's hand. "Please ... closer," he said, looking at Mark.
Mark stood before them now, looking down with nearly glazed eyes. His jeans were tight across his own arousal and his hands were clenched at his sides. "How close?" he asked in a hoarse whisper. It felt like a glorious dream.
"Kiss me," Harry replied, looking up at him as he licked his lips. "I know you want to."
Mark nodded, again glancing nervously at Draco, as he sank to his knees before Harry. Mark's blue eyes focused on Harry again, leaning forward to kiss him. He hadn’t tried to kiss Harry since that first slightly drunken night so long ago.
Harry leant into the kiss, slowly kneading Mark's soft lips with his.
Draco watched the two men kiss, a spark of jealousy seeming to compete with an equally hot spark of desire in his heart. His hands on Harry tightened.
Mark brought trembling hands up to cup Harry's face as he deepened the kiss. Harry groaned deeply as he was squeezed, his tongue moving to slide along Mark's. Mark pressed his tongue forward, the kiss growing bolder.
Harry reached to grip Mark's shoulders and pull him closer, whispering against his lips, "Too much clothing ..."
Mark nearly fell into the other two as he was pulled against Harry, catching himself with one hand on the floor and the other grabbing Harry's shoulder. "You mean ...?" he asked, voice unsteady as he looked into Harry's eyes. Was Harry really trying to seduce him, in front of Draco? And the blond was allowing it?
"Please?" Harry begged softly, looking into Mark's eyes.
"Yes. Hell, yes," Mark said. There was no way he could have turned Harry down. He sat back, pulling his t-shirt over his head and tossing it aside.
Draco found Mark more attractive than he realised. The man was as thin as Draco, but not as tall, and with more muscle on him than Draco had guessed.
Harry watched him undress, his cock twitching in Draco's grip. He didn't know how much he wanted this until now.
Draco's fingers held Harry's cock, feeling it pulse, but not moving his hand. His other hand caressed the planes of his lover's chest and gently pulled at each nipple.
Mark was so nervous he couldn't decide how best to get rid of his jeans at first. Finally, he lay back on the floor and wriggled out of them. He was already very aroused, his cock standing out from the brown curls between his legs as he moved back to kneel in between the other two men’s outstretched legs.
Harry looked Mark up and down, nearly moaning at the sight of the attractive man. "You've wanted this for a long time, haven't you?" he asked.
Mark nodded, but looked at Draco again. "But I didn't do anything," he told the blond. "He said you don't share." He wondered what had changed, and if Draco was testing him.
Draco cocked his head and looked directly into Mark's eyes, his own gaze showing both his desire and his warning. "I will share some," he said. "As long as you remember he is mine." He might be willing to play with Mark, but he wanted no mistakes about what that meant.
Harry glanced at Draco, kissing his cheek. "Yours." He looked back at Mark. "So what do you say? You think you can handle it?"
Draco smiled wickedly and arched an eyebrow.
"Hell, yes," Mark said, and his cock seemed to nod as well.
Harry laughed softly, reaching out for Mark. "Then what are you waiting for?"
Mark looked at them, licking his lips. "You can touch me," he suggested, eyeing where Draco's hands were still possessively wrapped around Harry.
Harry ran his hand down Mark's chest, purposely running his fingers over his nipples. "Draco, let's get more comfortable with him ..."
"The bed?" Draco asked.
"If Mark has a big enough one," Harry murmured, glancing at Mark with a smile.
"It's only a regular bed," Mark said, "but probably more comfortable than the floor." But he would take the floor, hell even the kitchen table, if that’s what they wanted.
"Lead the way," Harry said, moving to get up from Draco's lap.
Mark got to his feet, holding out hands to help Harry up.
Harry took them, pulling himself up and kissing Mark.
With Draco's hands no longer wrapped around Harry, Mark pulled Harry against his own body, gasping at the sensation as he kissed him. Harry tasted like he had thought he would, somehow fresh and clean and very male.
Draco got to his feet and stood watching the pair, struggling still with conflicting arousal and jealousy. One part of him seemed determined to shove them apart, while yet another wanted to walk up and wrap himself around both men. It was confusing. He had grown to like Mark and, to some degree, trust him. They wouldn't be doing this if he hadn't.
Harry's arms wrapped around Mark's neck as they kissed, sighing at the different feeling. Mark kissed differently than Draco, but Harry liked it. It was also very arousing to know that Draco was watching them closely.
Mark's hands roamed over Harry's back as they kissed, and his cock brushed against Harry's hip. He was lost in the sensation.
Draco frowned, trying to be patient as he waited for the other two to start moving towards the bedroom again.
Harry pulled back with one more kiss, smiling as he nodded towards the hall. "Go on, I'll let you lead the way now." He glanced back at Draco, reaching out for his hand.
Draco nodded, taking Harry’s hand firmly and following Mark to the bedroom. He had a thought that this was already going further than he was comfortable, yet he was curious. Harry had never topped a man and Draco wasn’t willing to bottom. At least Mark was someone who knew enough to know not to try to take Harry from him.
Mark quickly moved some clothes and books off the bed, setting them on a nearby chest of drawers, then stood nervously beside the bed. He kept wondering if this could really be happening.
Harry smiled, moving to slowly crawl onto the bed and stop in the middle, turning to look at the two men. "Draco, kiss him, he needs to relax a bit," Harry said, getting comfortable on his knees.
Draco's eyes widened, surprised to hear Harry telling him what to do. He looked quizzically at Mark. When Mark looked back at him, Draco could tell the other man wanted him too, so he stepped forward and slid an arm around Mark's waist, drawing him against his own body. He bent to kiss Mark, gently caressing the brunette's lips with his own.
Mark gasped and Draco licked at his lips. He was unprepared for how good that would feel too, his body shivering in reaction.
Harry smiled brightly as he watched, feeling another spark of arousal at the beautiful sight. He reached to stroke himself slowly, making a soft noise as he moved to lie back on the bed. He kept his head turned, his eyes on them.
Draco thrust his tongue into Mark's mouth, caressing the inside of his lips and along the other man's tongue. He brought one hand alongside Mark's jaw, controlling the angle as he deepened the kiss.
Mark shuddered, surrendering to Draco’s control and finding himself almost dizzy with the heat inside himself.
Feeling Mark giving up control made Draco feel both more comfortable and aroused. He could feel the other man tremble and Mark’s cock brushed Draco's hip.
"Okay, enough," Harry gasped after a few minutes, gripping himself as he watched. He was sitting up against Mark's pillow, his legs open. "Please, come join me."
Draco pulled back, waggling his eyebrows for a moment at the stunned-looking Mark. "He's always so impatient," Draco whispered, and then pulled Mark into his own bed.
"It's always so nice of you to tell everyone that," Harry murmured, smiling as he watched them get onto the bed.
"It's true," Draco chuckled as he gestured for Mark to lie down between them.
Mark lay back and looked up at Harry, blue eyes open in awe.
Harry turned to look at Mark, leaning down to kiss him softly. "You're not a virgin, are you, Mark?" Harry asked softly.
Mark blushed then. "No, I've dated guys," he said. This certainly wasn’t the timid man he had first met. He suddenly felt shy himself.
"Then why are you so nervous?" Harry asked. "I remember you hitting on me back then ..."
Mark reached up to cup Harry's face with one hand. "I was attracted to you then, but I hadn't grown to care about you, both of you, like I do now," he confessed, glancing at Draco as well. He wondered when he had come to love them.
Draco's eyes widened, but otherwise he didn't react. He was unsure if this changed his feelings about the situation. It certainly surprised Draco to hear Mark include both of them in his declaration of feelings.
"Then show us how much you care," Harry whispered, smiling softly as he leant into the touch.
Mark reached his hand around the back of Harry's neck and pulled him down on top of himself, kissing Harry as he did.
Chapter Title: Hold That
Words: 2489 Words
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Harry knocked on Mark's door, finally feeling a little nervous about what they were going to be doing. Mark had been wanting to draw Harry in the nude since he first started drawing him, nearly a year ago.
Mark answered the door with his usual bright smile, happy to see them. He stepped, back gesturing for them to enter. “Can I get you a beer or soda?”
Harry accepted a soda, still not all that fond of beer. "So, Mark ... we've been thinking."
Draco sat on the sofa, sipping a soft drink and debating with himself whether or not this was a good idea. He watched with amusement as Harry started to talk to Mark about his idea.
Mark raised both eyebrows. "Yes?" he said, curious.
"We'll ... pose nude for you," Harry said with a smile, his cheeks only colouring a little as he spoke.
Mark's heart sped up and his gaze immediately snapped to the blond on the couch.
Draco could hardly believe he had agreed to this, but he smiled and nodded to Mark.
"Wow," Mark said. He knew that David and he had somehow become friends, but this was still unexpected.
Harry grinned. "I take it you like the idea," he said.
"You know I do," Mark said, smiling broadly. "Do you have any idea what a drawing of the two of you together will look like?"
"Not really, but I'm sure you do," Harry replied, laughing softly. "Did you want to do it today?"
"Yes," Mark said, scrambling to pull out his sketchpad. "And the light is perfect right now. You can take your clothes off wherever you like," Mark said, grinning. “And let's have you two on the rug again."
Harry glanced at Draco to make sure he was still okay with this.
Draco bent and removed his shoes and socks, then began unbuttoning his shirt, watching Harry as he did. Mark nearly held his breath as the blond began to undress.
Harry pulled off his shirt first. He laid it to the side as he flushed, exposing the rest of his scars to Mark for the first time.
Draco waited, the shirt unbuttoned but not opened, watching for Mark's reaction to Harry's scars before baring his own.
Mark's eyes widened and he stepped forward. For a moment he almost reached out to touch them. "I knew about the one on your forehead," he said. "How ...?" he trailed off. They had told him about fighting in some kind of war, but he was still surprised to find such lasting evidence of pain.
"Spells," Harry whispered, not mentioning that the line down the middle of his body was from a knife rather than a spell.
Draco stood then and, watching Mark as he did, removed his shirt. He still felt self-conscious baring his marked body to anyone else.
"I can see why you left," Mark whispered, actually a bit frightened when he saw the thick scar that marked Draco as well.
Harry sighed softly, undoing his jeans and pushing them off, kicking his shoes off at the same time. "Not all spells are used to harm people, though."
Mark nodded, but was suddenly distracted by the sight of Harry naked in front of him. He was so beautiful it made his heart clench.
Draco paused but then took a deep breath and removed his own black cotton trousers as well.
Harry sat back on the couch, biting his lip as he looked at Mark. "What did you want us to do on the rug?"
Mark seemed at a loss for words for a moment, the two beautiful naked men making him think less about his art and more about his own body’s reaction to them. "Um," he began, licking his lips. "Let's try having you sit holding each other."
Harry shifted off the couch and sat down on the rug, taking a deep breath as he waited for Draco to join him. He wasn't sure how he'd mention that he wanted to do more with Mark, but this was a good start.
Draco smiled softly and slid to the floor beside his lover, reaching to pull him into his arms so Harry had to straddle him. He still wasn’t sure he was ready to go beyond posing for the drawing. Yet, he did enjoy Mark’s admiring gaze.
Harry climbed into Draco’s lap with another small blush, his chest brushing against Draco's. He glanced back at Mark. "This good?"
Mark swallowed hard and nodded. It took him a minute to remember to pick up his sketchpad and pencils. He sat in a chair, marshalled his concentration and began to draw.
Draco was glad they had sucked each other off before leaving the house, because even so his cock stirred with Harry's body so close. He bent his head to kiss his lover gently.
Harry leant up into the kiss, trying not to move too much and mess up Mark's drawing. It felt exciting to be doing something like this in front of someone else. Especially someone who was just watching and not participating.
Draco's tongue slid slowly along the inside of Harry's lips, the fingers of one hand moving up into his lover's dark hair and cupping the back of his head.
"Perfect," exclaimed Mark. "Can you hold that?" He lost himself in the process of capturing the sight before him on paper, trying to focus on that rather than his attraction to the other men.
Harry opened his eyes and glanced at Mark through the corner of his eyes, his lips still slowly moving against Draco's.
Draco held his body and hands as Mark said, but his tongue continued to move, thrusting into his lover's mouth. His cock hardened, pressing between their bodies, and he could feel Harry's as well.
Harry pulled away from the kiss with a small intake of breath, turning his head and looking at Mark. "Come here."
"Just a sec," Mark said, furiously sketching, completely intent on the drawing now.
"Give him time," Draco whispered, nipping at Harry's chin. It was both amusing and a little disconcerting to watch Harry try to seduce another man.
Harry smiled, turning back to kiss Draco. "I have no patience. You know that as well as I do ..."
"Well, you wanted the drawing; you will have to sit still for a little longer," Draco advised with a small smile. "Maybe it is best to distract him with actions, not words," he added, leaning in to kiss Harry again and pulling tighter on his hair.
"Mm," Harry hummed into the kiss, leaning in to press his lips against Draco’s harder, his arms moving around Draco's neck.
"Hey, you two are moving ..." Mark trailed off, now staring at the two of them. He swallowed thickly then, pencil in hand forgotten and his arousal returning full force at the sight now.
Harry shifted in Draco's lap, ignoring Mark's words as he thrust against Draco.
Draco began to rock them, letting their cocks slide against each other as Mark watched with his mouth open.
Harry pulled back to throw his head back and moan, both for show and from pleasure he was feeling.
Draco looked up, watching the clear arousal in Mark's face and the tension in the man's body. "He's beautiful, isn't he?" the blond asked with a husky voice.
Mark nodded, unable to speak as he watched them. Were his friends really … in front of him?
Harry opened his eyes slowly and looked at Mark again. "I'm waiting," he whispered.
"Waiting?" Mark asked, confused and voice shaky.
"I asked you to come here," Harry reminded him.
"Oh," Mark said, hand trembling as he set the sketchbook and pencil aside. He looked nervously at Draco, who nodded. The sight of the two men, naked and aroused, was nearly overwhelming, and Mark’s cock twitched.
Harry turned in Draco's lap so that his back was pressed against Draco's chest as he waited for Mark to come closer.
Draco let Harry move, hissing when his lover’s arse pressed back against his swollen cock. He wound one arm around Harry's chest, fingers of one hand caressing a nipple as the other one slid down to gently stroke his lover's cock while Mark watched.
Harry moaned softly, thrusting gently up into Draco's hand. "Please ... closer," he said, looking at Mark.
Mark stood before them now, looking down with nearly glazed eyes. His jeans were tight across his own arousal and his hands were clenched at his sides. "How close?" he asked in a hoarse whisper. It felt like a glorious dream.
"Kiss me," Harry replied, looking up at him as he licked his lips. "I know you want to."
Mark nodded, again glancing nervously at Draco, as he sank to his knees before Harry. Mark's blue eyes focused on Harry again, leaning forward to kiss him. He hadn’t tried to kiss Harry since that first slightly drunken night so long ago.
Harry leant into the kiss, slowly kneading Mark's soft lips with his.
Draco watched the two men kiss, a spark of jealousy seeming to compete with an equally hot spark of desire in his heart. His hands on Harry tightened.
Mark brought trembling hands up to cup Harry's face as he deepened the kiss. Harry groaned deeply as he was squeezed, his tongue moving to slide along Mark's. Mark pressed his tongue forward, the kiss growing bolder.
Harry reached to grip Mark's shoulders and pull him closer, whispering against his lips, "Too much clothing ..."
Mark nearly fell into the other two as he was pulled against Harry, catching himself with one hand on the floor and the other grabbing Harry's shoulder. "You mean ...?" he asked, voice unsteady as he looked into Harry's eyes. Was Harry really trying to seduce him, in front of Draco? And the blond was allowing it?
"Please?" Harry begged softly, looking into Mark's eyes.
"Yes. Hell, yes," Mark said. There was no way he could have turned Harry down. He sat back, pulling his t-shirt over his head and tossing it aside.
Draco found Mark more attractive than he realised. The man was as thin as Draco, but not as tall, and with more muscle on him than Draco had guessed.
Harry watched him undress, his cock twitching in Draco's grip. He didn't know how much he wanted this until now.
Draco's fingers held Harry's cock, feeling it pulse, but not moving his hand. His other hand caressed the planes of his lover's chest and gently pulled at each nipple.
Mark was so nervous he couldn't decide how best to get rid of his jeans at first. Finally, he lay back on the floor and wriggled out of them. He was already very aroused, his cock standing out from the brown curls between his legs as he moved back to kneel in between the other two men’s outstretched legs.
Harry looked Mark up and down, nearly moaning at the sight of the attractive man. "You've wanted this for a long time, haven't you?" he asked.
Mark nodded, but looked at Draco again. "But I didn't do anything," he told the blond. "He said you don't share." He wondered what had changed, and if Draco was testing him.
Draco cocked his head and looked directly into Mark's eyes, his own gaze showing both his desire and his warning. "I will share some," he said. "As long as you remember he is mine." He might be willing to play with Mark, but he wanted no mistakes about what that meant.
Harry glanced at Draco, kissing his cheek. "Yours." He looked back at Mark. "So what do you say? You think you can handle it?"
Draco smiled wickedly and arched an eyebrow.
"Hell, yes," Mark said, and his cock seemed to nod as well.
Harry laughed softly, reaching out for Mark. "Then what are you waiting for?"
Mark looked at them, licking his lips. "You can touch me," he suggested, eyeing where Draco's hands were still possessively wrapped around Harry.
Harry ran his hand down Mark's chest, purposely running his fingers over his nipples. "Draco, let's get more comfortable with him ..."
"The bed?" Draco asked.
"If Mark has a big enough one," Harry murmured, glancing at Mark with a smile.
"It's only a regular bed," Mark said, "but probably more comfortable than the floor." But he would take the floor, hell even the kitchen table, if that’s what they wanted.
"Lead the way," Harry said, moving to get up from Draco's lap.
Mark got to his feet, holding out hands to help Harry up.
Harry took them, pulling himself up and kissing Mark.
With Draco's hands no longer wrapped around Harry, Mark pulled Harry against his own body, gasping at the sensation as he kissed him. Harry tasted like he had thought he would, somehow fresh and clean and very male.
Draco got to his feet and stood watching the pair, struggling still with conflicting arousal and jealousy. One part of him seemed determined to shove them apart, while yet another wanted to walk up and wrap himself around both men. It was confusing. He had grown to like Mark and, to some degree, trust him. They wouldn't be doing this if he hadn't.
Harry's arms wrapped around Mark's neck as they kissed, sighing at the different feeling. Mark kissed differently than Draco, but Harry liked it. It was also very arousing to know that Draco was watching them closely.
Mark's hands roamed over Harry's back as they kissed, and his cock brushed against Harry's hip. He was lost in the sensation.
Draco frowned, trying to be patient as he waited for the other two to start moving towards the bedroom again.
Harry pulled back with one more kiss, smiling as he nodded towards the hall. "Go on, I'll let you lead the way now." He glanced back at Draco, reaching out for his hand.
Draco nodded, taking Harry’s hand firmly and following Mark to the bedroom. He had a thought that this was already going further than he was comfortable, yet he was curious. Harry had never topped a man and Draco wasn’t willing to bottom. At least Mark was someone who knew enough to know not to try to take Harry from him.
Mark quickly moved some clothes and books off the bed, setting them on a nearby chest of drawers, then stood nervously beside the bed. He kept wondering if this could really be happening.
Harry smiled, moving to slowly crawl onto the bed and stop in the middle, turning to look at the two men. "Draco, kiss him, he needs to relax a bit," Harry said, getting comfortable on his knees.
Draco's eyes widened, surprised to hear Harry telling him what to do. He looked quizzically at Mark. When Mark looked back at him, Draco could tell the other man wanted him too, so he stepped forward and slid an arm around Mark's waist, drawing him against his own body. He bent to kiss Mark, gently caressing the brunette's lips with his own.
Mark gasped and Draco licked at his lips. He was unprepared for how good that would feel too, his body shivering in reaction.
Harry smiled brightly as he watched, feeling another spark of arousal at the beautiful sight. He reached to stroke himself slowly, making a soft noise as he moved to lie back on the bed. He kept his head turned, his eyes on them.
Draco thrust his tongue into Mark's mouth, caressing the inside of his lips and along the other man's tongue. He brought one hand alongside Mark's jaw, controlling the angle as he deepened the kiss.
Mark shuddered, surrendering to Draco’s control and finding himself almost dizzy with the heat inside himself.
Feeling Mark giving up control made Draco feel both more comfortable and aroused. He could feel the other man tremble and Mark’s cock brushed Draco's hip.
"Okay, enough," Harry gasped after a few minutes, gripping himself as he watched. He was sitting up against Mark's pillow, his legs open. "Please, come join me."
Draco pulled back, waggling his eyebrows for a moment at the stunned-looking Mark. "He's always so impatient," Draco whispered, and then pulled Mark into his own bed.
"It's always so nice of you to tell everyone that," Harry murmured, smiling as he watched them get onto the bed.
"It's true," Draco chuckled as he gestured for Mark to lie down between them.
Mark lay back and looked up at Harry, blue eyes open in awe.
Harry turned to look at Mark, leaning down to kiss him softly. "You're not a virgin, are you, Mark?" Harry asked softly.
Mark blushed then. "No, I've dated guys," he said. This certainly wasn’t the timid man he had first met. He suddenly felt shy himself.
"Then why are you so nervous?" Harry asked. "I remember you hitting on me back then ..."
Mark reached up to cup Harry's face with one hand. "I was attracted to you then, but I hadn't grown to care about you, both of you, like I do now," he confessed, glancing at Draco as well. He wondered when he had come to love them.
Draco's eyes widened, but otherwise he didn't react. He was unsure if this changed his feelings about the situation. It certainly surprised Draco to hear Mark include both of them in his declaration of feelings.
"Then show us how much you care," Harry whispered, smiling softly as he leant into the touch.
Mark reached his hand around the back of Harry's neck and pulled him down on top of himself, kissing Harry as he did.