Chain of Drabbles
Vacation
A/N: I blame this drabble on felawred and on flayu! (if you've seen her art you'll know why)
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Title: Chain of memories? No! Chain of Drabbles!
Pairing for the chapter:Harry Potter/James Sirius/Albus Severus
Warnings: Threesome, incest, graphic sex
Prompt: Vacation
Harry groaned, letting his head hit the wall behind him. His breath hitched, and his fingers gripped two heads full of dark hair. Both of his sons... Al had him in his throat, that lovely mouth of this sucking and slurping and drooling on his cock, James had been teasing his balls from the beginning, licking and teasing the soft skin with the rough stubble he now had.
"Stop it, both of you." Harry whispered, caressing both heads, one with glasses and hazel eyes, his eldest son, the other without glasses and with his own green eyes staring back at him, his youngest son.
"What is it daddy?" Al asked, his eyes darkened in lust. "Too much?"
"He's not as young as he used to be, Al." James grinned cheekily at his father.
Harry just rolled his eyes at the two of them, tugging James forward and kissing his eldest son, his thumb caressing the jaw, going down the neck and forcefully ripping the old Gryffindor shirt. His hands explored the toned chest, but he refrained from taking off their pants.
"Please..." James whispered, his hips moving, searching for friction.
"Slut," Al teased, grinning at both of them. He gave James a quick kiss on his exposed neck and then bend over Jamie to steal one of his father's kisses.
"All right already," Harry grinned at his sons, getting up with James still on his lap and settling both of them on his bed, with Al joining as well, snuggling on his father's other side, his hand automatically moving lower to grasp the hard leaking cock.
"You know," Harry begun, wondering when his boys had turned into incubus, "when I called you two here, it was to talk about your vacation, now that you're both of age, not to get assaulted." He grinned, kissing Al and then James.
"Can't it wait?" Albus pleaded.
"Yeah, we have time." James whined.
"If you're sure..." And Harry grinned back at his boys, his hands deftly undoing buttons and clasps and zippers and reaching towards creamy skin.
Talking could wait.