Fantasies Fulfilled

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Beta’d by knightmare.

Many thanks to knightmare for all the help on this piece and for the bloodshed, lol. Also thanks to Alisanne for daring me to do it. This is my first ever story, so any feedback would be greatly appreciated.

Fantasies Fulfilled

“And how are you and Mr. Malfoy getting along these days?” Snape asked Harry during a particularly grueling Occlumency training session. The Dark Lord was still out there, still terrorizing the Wizarding world, and Harry and Snape had continued their strict training schedule, not wanting Harry’s skills to weaken. The two always started their sessions with a vigorous duel and while Harry’s body was recovering, attacked his mind, as that is how Voldemort would probably do it. Seeing that Harry was distracted at the question, Snape pressed his advantage with a quick “Legilimens.”

The scenes that flashed through the Potions Master’s mind were lurid visions of two entwined bodies writhing all over each other, one dark and bronzed, the other milky white. Both were perfect, bodies toned from hours of Quidditch. At these images, Snape pulled back from Harry’s mind with a sharply indrawn breath and a hissed “Gods!”

While Harry recovered from the effects of having his mind intruded upon, Snape sank into the chair behind his desk, allowing the images he’d just seen to play through his mind. They were definitely more explicit and more, well, detailed, than any of the fantasies Snape had previously had about his two most exquisite former students. When he’d been their professor, he’d had a crisis of conscience about pleasuring himself while thinking of them, but that certainly hadn’t stopped him. After all, he was a man with needs, dammit. Now that he had no reason for guilt, his mornings—and often evenings—were spent in self-gratification while trying to picture what Draco and Harry might get up to in the privacy of their own bedroom.

He hoped Harry hadn’t noticed how his robes were tented with his erection as he shakily stood to bring their session to a halt. He was going to need some privacy for a while to rid himself of that, since no amount of cold water could douse the flames of his arousal at the reality he’d seen of those two together.

Draco and Harry.

Gods.

In his moment of distraction, Snape didn’t notice Harry’s calculating look and thoughtfully narrowed eyes, so he was unprepared for what happened next.

“Legilimens,” Harry stated firmly, neatly turning the tables on his former Professor.

Harry got a view of his own memories of himself and Draco in many heated, passionate encounters, colored by Snape’s own reaction before he was thrust out of the other man’s mind. Harry was, quite frankly, stunned. Nothing in their history together suggested that Snape was in any way interested in Harry beyond his use as a weapon against the Dark Lord, but Harry had always had a secret, dark fantasy of Snape taking him. Whispering lurid, naughty nothings into his ear as the wickedly sensual man pounded into him. And now, knowing that Snape was aroused at the thought of himself and his lover…

Harry’s eyes widened in speculation as he ran his tongue over suddenly dry lips. Snape closed his own eyes with a groan at the site of that pink tongue tracing over those full, pouting lips. Lips that he could clearly imagine closing over certain parts of his own anatomy. As his cock twitched, Snape thought, ‘that would be the place.’

Snape and Harry both jumped as a knock sounded at the door. Draco Malfoy’s head appeared, quickly followed by the rest of his body as he saw the object of his search was indeed still with his old Head of House.

He smiled charmingly before saying, “I hope I’m not interrupting.”

“Not at all,” Snape answered quickly. “We’ve just finished.”

“Actually,” Harry interjected saucily, “we haven’t even begun.”

At this, Harry held out his hand to his lover, who came down the steps without hesitation. Drawing Draco into an embrace, Harry whispered, “Don’t you want him? Don’t you want to see how fast and hard he can make you come? I know I do.”

As these words ghosted across Draco’s sensitive ears, he felt himself hardening, images of Snape and Harry leaping to his mind. His eyes drifted closed and he barely suppressed a moan as his cock gave an involuntary twitch.

Harry detached himself from Draco and glided toward Snape, who kept backing up, suspicion clouding the obsidian depths of his eyes, until he ran into his desk. With nowhere else to go, he watched as Harry stalked up to him, not stopping until his body was flush with Snape’s, allowing the hunger he felt to show in his perusal of his prey.

“What are you afraid of?” the bold Gryffindor asked softly. “You know I would never hurt you.” He lifted his hand to lightly run a caressing finger over the seam of Snape’s mouth, causing the other man to close his eyes and groan quietly.

“Do you want this? Us?” Draco asked from behind Snape, causing his eyes to fly back open as he quickly turned to see the pale blond on his hands and knees atop the large, scarred desk. The sight of Draco nearly undid Snape.

The feeling of velvety lips on his ear and a whispered, “Because we do. Want you, that is,” from Harry pushed him straight over the edge, his control crumbling to dust.

Snape grabbed the back of Draco’s head with one hand, twisting his torso to meet the blonde and crushing the younger man’s lips with his own, while with the other hand he pulled Harry closer against him, sinuously rubbing his rock hard arousal into the younger man’s. Harry moaned at the friction, causing Snape to break away from Draco long enough to grit out, “Not here.”

Harry didn’t even pause in his attack on Snape’s neck as he wound his legs around the tall man’s waist, plainly intent on continuing his exploration while leaving it to Snape to carry him wherever he wanted.

Draco trailed behind the other two, walking on shaky legs as he realized his most erotic fantasies were about to come true.

The movement of Snape’s hips as he walked to his rooms caused his and Harry’s cocks to rub together, drawing moans from both men. How he got them to the bed without coming, he would never know, but eventually he realized he was there with Harry while Draco was tugging his robes off of him, kissing every inch of skin he uncovered, until Snape stood before him naked.

Harry lay back on the bed, watching his blond lover place kisses all over the dark, brooding man who had played a starring role in so many of Harry’s fantasies through the years. He watched, fascinated, as Draco’s mouth closed over Snape’s erection. Harry moaned, running his hands over his chest and tweaking his own nipples, craving touch.

Hearing Harry gasp as Draco took him to the hilt, Snape forced his eyes open again to see the green eyed man touching himself through the rough cloth of his woolen trousers.

“No!” Snape said sharply, and with a word, velvet ropes wrapped around Harry’s wrists, and fastened themselves to the dark walnut headboard above him.

Draco pulled off Snape as he heard the other man utter the word “no.” Thus released, Snape climbed on the bed, quickly divested Harry of his clothing, and lightly pinched a pouting nipple on the younger man’s hard chest, drawing forth a pleading moan.

“That will teach you to touch yourself, young man,” Snape sneered roughly, catching the lobe of Harry’s ear between his teeth.

At this, Harry’s eyes rolled back in his head and his hips bucked, a small amount of cum bursting forth from his twitching cock. Seeing Harry’s reaction, Snape raised one eyebrow in surprise.

“It’s your voice, “ Draco whispered, sliding his body over Snape’s, sandwiching the older man between him and Harry’s bound, writhing form. “I honestly think you could talk him to orgasm. Some of our best …encounters… in school came after listening to you lecture. He’d be so hard, I don’t know how he walked straight.” Draco’s words were punctured with soft, wet kisses down Snape’s spine, causing the other man to arch into the hard, bronzed body spread out below him.

Draco continued his exploration until he came to the crease of Snape’s delicious arse. He gently spread the perfect cheeks as he dipped his head to lightly run his tongue over Snape’s puckered entrance. Snape growled out Draco’s name as he pushed back into the delightful sensations.

Draco raised up slightly to whisper, “Accio lube,” hoping some type of lubrication would come to his call. As a jar of specially prepared ointment fell into his outstretched hand, he leaned back into the man stretched out before him and attacked the round, winking eye with renewed fervor. While he was licking and probing with his tongue, the ingenious blond (snaked a hand under a kneeling Snape and) began preparing Harry’s entrance. He quickly lubed up his fingers and thrust first one, then another into Harry, eliciting a scream of ecstasy from the wild haired man on bottom.

Draco plunged his tongue into Snape, twirling it around and making Snape buck against him as he simultaneously scooped up more lube and began coating Snape’s erection. Snape was close to losing his mind, what with the visual feast of Harry twisting and moaning beneath him, and the stimulation of the greased hand running along his shaft, to the pointed, probing tongue pushing against his tight ring of muscles.

Draco must have sensed this, because he quickly squeezed the base of Snape’s cock hard enough to stave of his impending eruption. “Not yet,” he said, guiding Snape’s cock to Harry’s well-prepared entrance, while sliding two fingers into the older man, searching for that sweet spot.

“Oh yeah, fuck! Fuck me, please, please…” Harry begged as he felt that blunt tip press against his opening.

“My pleasure brat,” Snape growled out as he entered Harry in one quick, hard thrust.

“Yes!” Harry screamed, then started speaking in gibberish and broken words, interspersed with moaning cries as Snape started a violently thrusting rhythm.

“You like that. Potter? You like feeling me pounding against you? Driving into your perfect little arse? Are you going to come, Potter? Are you going to come for me right now?” And with that last bit murmured huskily into his ear, Harry arched off the bed with a yell, his cock spraying all over himself and the man continuing to plow into his body.

Feeling Harry’s inner muscles squeezing down on his throbbing erection, Snape finally gave in to his own orgasm, pumping over and over into the lithe body beneath him until it felt as if rivers of cum were flooding between the two men.

Draco bit down hard on his lip, almost coming himself at the sight before him.

With one last shuddering sigh, Snape rolled off Harry, releasing him from his bonds as he reached for Draco, quietly asking, “Where would you like to be?”

“Right here, right now,” Draco responded huskily, clearly not understanding the meaning behind the question.

Snape smiled languidly. “No, what do you want to do? It would be a shame to waste all that,” he said, gesturing to Draco’s leaking cock.

Harry, finally recovering enough to push up on his elbows, said, “I want to watch you fuck him, Draco. Do you want that?”

“Oh, gods yes,” Draco breathed, directing an asking glance at Snape, who merely smiled wickedly and rolled over on all fours, looking back over his shoulder at the achingly hard blond. “I’m ready whenever you are.”

Draco groaned at the sultry look from those black eyes and moved to place himself at Snape’s entrance. Looking straight into Harry’s green, lust filled eyes, he slowly, inch by excruciating inch, slid into the man under him.

“You don’t have to be so gentle, I’m more than ready,” Snape gasped out, as Draco brushed against his prostate.

“Oh, but I do. I want to savor this. I’m going to fuck you so slow and deep you’ll be begging me with that sexy voice of yours. When I’m through with you, you won’t remember your name,” Draco promised darkly, easing himself out, only to glide slowly back in, rubbing smoothly over Snape’s sweet spot, prolonging the contact.

Harry was ready and aching again as he watched these two gorgeous creatures, and moved to position himself in front of Snape, who swallowed him down in one movement. Harry leaned up and captured Draco’s mouth in a spine-tingling kiss as he caught the rhythm and mimicked it into Snape’s mouth.

Snape groaned around his mouthful, trying frantically to speed up the pace. He was hard and leaking again as well and the stimulation at both ends was almost too much. He felt a hand wrap around his cock, sliding up and down, slow and measured. He tore his mouth off Harry to snarl back at Draco, who merely smiled tightly, and maintained the pace, the effort of not giving in to Snape showing clearly on his beautiful face.

Harry wrapped his hands into Snape’s hair, directing him back to the task at hand, and moaning as Snape’s wicked tongue pushed into his slit and traveled down to lick at his balls before enveloping his entire length again. Harry groaned and bucked into that hot, talented mouth, and it wasn’t long before he felt his second orgasm of the night crashing over him.

Draco let go of his slow pace as he watched the play of emotions on Harry’s face. He started pounding erratically into Snape, who thrust back for all he was worth, riding into the hand gripping him so tightly. Within seconds both men followed Harry over the edge, crying out in release.

Harry whispered a cleansing spell on the bed and its occupants before he wrapped himself around Draco and Snape. “Someone pinch me, I think I just fell into one of my fantasies.”

Long thin fingers lightly squeezed Harry’s spent cock before Snape replied softly, “No, but you just fulfilled all of mine.”

The End