Round One

Please heed the warnings! This is a cross_gen piece that includes chan and incest (boys are 17). It is also an ongoing challenge between myself and another writer and we take it in turns to think up new porn for these delicious six men! I will shortly be uploading the other two installments I wrote, and in time, any others that get written. Huge thanks to everyone who so kindly leaves me comments, you have no idea who great it is to know you enjoy my work! Flic xx

Round One

“Well, child? Aren’t you going to offer our guest a drink?”

Draco turned and inclined his head gracefully at the new arrivals.

“Father, Severus. So good to see you. Scorpius, hurry up with those drinks.”

Scorpius glanced over his shoulder and watched Harry smile politely as Professor Snape swept into the drawing room. Al sat quietly beside his father, blushing under the heated gaze of the Potions Master.

“What shall we drink to?” Lucius enquired of the assembled men, after Scorpius had given everyone a glass.

“Family,” Draco replied, smirking. Harry nodded and raised the crystal champagne flute to his lips.

All six sipped their drinks. Scorpius and Al loosened their ties, mirror images of each other across the drawing room.

“Scorpius, help Severus get...relaxed.”

“Draco, Draco, Draco,” Lucius admonished silkily, “why not let the boy decide on whose lap he would prefer to sit?”

All eyes turned to Scorpius; except Severus’s whose dark stare remained firmly fixed on Al.

“I –“ Blue eyes so pale they appeared silver flickered in Harry’s direction, and a beautiful flush bled across his finely structured cheekbones.

“Clearly,” Snape purred, “Master Malfoy is somewhat further enamoured with Professors of Defence, than Potions.”

“Clearly,” Harry said quietly, nudging his son with his foot, “The Potions Professor is similarly enamoured by you, Al.”

Al smiled and crossed the room, hands braced on the chair arms as he lowered himself into Severus’ lap. Scorpius dropped to hands and knees, approaching Harry with his head bowed low.

“What a charming grandson I have, Draco. Perhaps you might entertain us with similar obedience?”

Draco swallowed his arousal at the command and began a graceful feline crouch towards the rug.

“Are we feeling modest today?” Lucius tut-tutted. Harry stroked fingers through Scorpius’ hair as he watched Draco unbutton his shirt with a lethargic tease.

Al leant back, tilting his head as Snape’s tongue worked its way across the nape of his neck, dipping down to capture his earlobe before sucking hard at the skin below it.

Harry’s couldn’t decide between drinking in Draco’s slow progress, or observing the flushed state of arousal his son was approaching at the mercy of Severus’ practised fingers. Harry knew how good those fingers felt to a teenager; how good they still felt twenty years later.

“Enough, Draco. Let me see you,” Lucius demanded, his own stiff cock clearly outlined by the tailored fit of his clothes.

Draco lowered his head and looked up through long, lazy lashes, slipping fingers into the waistband of his unbuttoned trousers before sliding them over his narrow hips. His shirt, hanging open, revealed a vast expanse of creamy, unblemished skin and sculpted stomach muscles that pulled a moan of appreciation from both Harry and Lucius.

Harry’s grip tightened in Scorpius’ hair, and the boy, understanding, crawled into his lap. His head lolled against Harry’s shoulder as firm hands snaked underneath his shirt, roaming first up his spine, then around his sides to locate sensitive nipples. Whimpering slightly at the contact, Scorpius ground his arse into Harry’s lap, feeling the hard shaft straining through their clothes.

Snape was immensely pleased his attentions were so well received by Al, who, with every possessive nip to his neck and shoulder, whimpered progressively louder. It was unbelievably arousing to see the boy’s father mere metres away, their eyes locked over the shoulders of their students.

Draco, fully undressed, stalked on all fours towards Lucius, allowing the older man to pet his hair until he could no longer stand it, pulling his father’s robes aside to reveal the throbbing red cock.

Scorpius felt Harry stiffen further as Draco stopped a trickling bead of precome with his tongue before swiping it the length of Lucius’ cock.

“You are exquisite,” Snape whispered in Al’s ear, caressing the rock hard stomach muscles beneath the white cotton shirt. Al spread his legs further and unbuttoned his shirt.

“Leave the tie,” Harry told Al and then found Scorpius’ neck with his teeth, “You too.”

Lucius glanced around the room; these afternoon sessions were definitely going to become a regular occurrence if he had his way, and Lucius more often than not, did.

“Shall I do the honours?” Harry asked the assembled men.

Five heads nodded through a haze of lust; Harry could smell the collective arousal in his nostrils.

With a practiced flick, Harry removed every pair of trousers, robes, underwear; everything except Scorpius and Al’s ties. Guttural moans and harsh pants filled the room as everyone enjoyed the swift sensation of skin on skin. Al grasped Snape’s hands with his own and guided them down to his throbbing cock.

“Please, sir, please touch me,” he begged, earning an approving look from his father.

Harry produced a jar of lubricant, and dug his fingers into the viscous mixture, levitating it wordlessly to Lucius. Handling Scorpius’ hips, Harry edged him forward and began slicking his cock.

“Scorpius prefers not to be stretched,” Draco informed Harry, “he likes it hard and fast and as rough as you can manage, Potter.”

“Is that so, Scorpius?” Harry murmured against the pale curved spine, his cock twitching in sympathy with the violent shivers the boy seemed to be affected with.

“Yes, sir, exactly as father says,” he answered, nodding earnestly.
“And what preparations should I indulge you in, boy?” Snape growled, his hot breath tickling Al’s neck.

“Anything, sir!” Al cried, legs thrown out at awkward angles as he fought to control his breathing. Snape’s palm was sweaty and warm as it gently fisted his cock, the muttered lubrication spell filling and stretching his arse ready for claiming.

“Well, that just leaves you, Draco,” Lucius purred, “and I should know well enough by now, exactly how you prefer it.”

Draco let the pink, swollen prick slide out of his mouth, tongue flicking out to catch a dribble of saliva before it made it to his chin.

“Now?” Draco asked hopefully.

“Yes, now I think. Are we ready gentlemen?”

Harry and Snape both nodded, identically positioned with their hands stilling two young pairs of hips. Draco scrambled to his feet and braced his arms on the chair.

Scorpius moaned loudly as Harry guided him down, giving him barely a moment to register the domed head pressing against his hole, before clever, wicked hands were pulling him backwards and Harry breached the constricting ring of muscle.

“Oh God,” Al cried as Snape penetrated him at the same time, watching Scorpius’ eyelashes flutter and a harsh pant escape his lips.

Lucius slid all the way into Draco with practiced perfection and gritted his teeth, the urge to pull him off and slam into him again overwhelming. Draco’s arse accommodated his cock perfectly, and Lucius couldn’t help a low growl of appreciation.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Harry chanted, letting Scorpius set his own pace. His hands stroked the insides of Scorpius’ thighs, teasing fingers nearing but not quite touching the boy’s cock.

Snape’s grunts were significantly louder than anyone else’s, rivalling even the dark haired boy in his lap, Al’s huffed ‘uh,uh,uhs’ glanced off his cheek as Al tried to turn his head, seeking Snape’s mouth. Snape let him find it and bucked up suddenly as Al forced his tongue in.

Draco took his own cock in hand, pumping in time to the thrusts of his father and the whimpers of his son, nearly coming when Harry yanked Scorpius back by the hair and sunk his teeth into the milky flesh of his neck, eyes watching Draco as he did it.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Draco moaned, crying out moments later when Lucius pushed a finger in, alongside his rigid shaft.

“How much is too much, Draco?” Lucius rasped.

Snape broke away from Al’s hungry mouth, “I believe him to be unbreakable.”

Harry released Scorpius neck and wiped the sweat from his forehead, “Draco can take two of us Lucius, as you well know.”

“Indeed,” the blond agreed, easing another finger in, each thrust sliding further into Draco’s greedy hole. It was almost unbearably good to feel the ridges of his own cock with soft fingertips, crammed up inside his beautiful son’s body.

“Please, sir, oh God, need to come,” Al cried out as Snape fucked him mercilessly. Snape stopped pulling the boy’s arse cheeks as far apart as he could and wrapped a hand around his cock instead.

“Then come,” he growled, feeling all eyes in the room turn on him and his stunning young lover.

Albus threw his head back and Scorpius ground himself harder onto Harry’s cock, whimpering and begging for Harry to touch him as they watched Al’s explosive orgasm together.

A chorus of ‘Fucks’, and ‘Oh Gods’ rang around the room; Al’s release spurring the others on.

Draco wanked himself harder, gripping his cock so tight the head darkened to purple. Lucius dug his nails into the soft flesh of Draco’s hips. Balls tightening, he stilled, then drove himself upwards so sharply that Draco yelled in surprise and spurted gracelessly, come raining down into his groin and across his legs and stomach.

Harry knew he wasn’t going to last much longer; Scorpius was unbelievably tight and he’d just watched three of his playmates orgasm, and with Lucius still emptying himself in Draco’s arse, and Snape still brutally fucking his gibbering, incoherent son who was drenched in his own semen...

Harry grabbed Scorpius’ face and twisted it until he could lick the boy’s sweaty lips, sucking them into his mouth and slipping his tongue between perfect white teeth...

Snape heard the loud keening and knew instinctively Harry was there; he’d heard that sound enough times to recognise it. Screwing himself into Albus he watched Harry jerk and buck, hands pulling Scorpius back onto his prick and Scorpius moaning into Harry’s mouth. Snape felt his own orgasm shooting through his cock as he saw the arc of semen spray from Scorpius, so violent it managed to splatter his shoulder.

Al squeezed his muscles together and smirked when the older man jerked again, pushing the warm liquid further up his channel.
Draco had slumped back against his father’s shoulder, smiling and sated as Lucius stroked damp blond hair back from his face.
Harry kissed Scorpius deeply and then broke away to lick off the splashes of seed.

When their breathing approached normal, Lucius smirked and addressed the room.

“Well, I for one found that highly entertaining. Shall we proceed to round two?”

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